"I didn't do it."
"That's what they all say Mr Price. Nine out of ten, they're usually lying."
"Maybe I'm the one that's not."
Kevin sighed and sat back in the chair, his hands still shaking slightly. His lawyer picked up a pen on his desk and began clicking it incessantly. Kevin watched him for a moment growing more irritated by the second.
"Do you mind?"
His lawyer placed the pen down and opened up a brown paper file. He lifted the top sheets out from underneath to look at the ones below.
"A good clean record, a respectable man in the community, excellent testimonies of your character" He said while running his finger down some printed type, "So what drives a man like you to do something like this?"
Kevin's eyes glanced down where the man's fingers had gestured to, instantly wishing he hadn't. He bit his lip at the brash headline printed across the newspaper.
'Blood But No Body: Famous actor presumed murdered in a locked room mystery, the authorities are still finding evidence and trying to locate the body. The police have detained one suspect thought to be close to the victim.'
"It would help a lot with the investigation, speed it up you know, if you just told us where the body is."
"I didn't do it."
"So you said Mr Price. But between you and me, where is it?"
"He. Not it. He. And he may still be alive. Have you thought of that?"
"The amount of blood found in your apartment doesn't exactly point to that conclusion. Obviously not much can be done until they find it, that's where you come in. That's why we're here."
"I thought you were meant to be aiding my defence."
"Well you don't really have one I'm afraid."
Kevin rubbed his eyes with his hands trying to remember the last time he'd slept. The questioning seemed to be going on and on. He hadn't even had time to process what had happened. One moment he'd been in his office and before he could open the door to his car to go home, he'd been arrested.
"So what happens now?"
"Unless some new evidence comes to light, you're stuck here. If you want my professional opinion-"
"Well that's what I'm paying you for."
"Of course, well, I think you should confess."
"I didn't kill him!" Kevin slammed his fist on the table, his voice shaking in anger. He didn't know how long he'd have to repeat the words for.
"I can't just take your word for it Mr Price."
"Then I don't know what to say." He closed his eyes and then, lips barely moving, he spoke in a low whisper. "I didn't kill Connor McKinley."