the four of you murderers

When Zane stepped on the brake of his car, he gazed out the open window at Mr. Alfred's mansion, relieved and nervous at the same time that after twenty-four hours of waiting, the wait was finally over.

Sighing, he pushed the door open and stepped out, feeling an uneasy tension as he began to walk towards the front entrance.

A look of fear crossed his face as he stopped and rang the bell, worried that what he already knew was going to be the truth.

Finally, a lady answered the door, recognizing Zane immediately, she smiled and said, “Come in, sir, please.”

As she led the way, Zane was on her heels, walking down a hall where they soon came to the living room, and then she paused, bowing slightly in respect before walking off.

The moment Zane locked eyes with James, Mr. Alfred's expression shifted into worry, knowing what this meant for him, and he kept his silence, watching Zane walk over to the leather brown couch, and flop onto it.

Then Zane's gaze softened when his sight rested on