CHAPTER 13: ACCUSED

Miss Amelia, your house isn't nearby, right?" Victoria's voice was cold and electric. She kept cracking her knuckles, wishing they were Amelia's face. "You usually drive to school, and the time of the accident is about the same as when you leave the school. If you didn't drive, then who was driving your car? And how did you get home that night? “She asked, raising her voice slightly and slamming her hands on the table. Amelia flinched at the noise, her eyes fluttering rapidly. She scanned the entire room as though it held answers to Victoria's questions. "It wasn't me driving the car," she answered, looking up to the nearest police officer for assistance. "Miss Amelia, We hope you cooperate with our work," The big-bearded policeman scowled at her, shattering her illusions of assistance. "We have other things to do." He said, leaning forward. He is just a few inches from Amelias. He had a gash mark on his left cheek that left an impression of a bullet wound, and this had a chilling ef