Murder In His Eyes

‘Your dear old grandpa is a fool and a cuckold,’ Carl said. ‘A DNA test, just like any other test, can be cheated.’ ‘How?’ He waved his cigarette-holding hand, dismissive. ‘You don’t need to know the details.’ My fingertips must be bleeding now. I felt the searing pain but kept working. ‘Why are you doing this?’ ‘Hmm?’ He lifted his droopy eyelids. ‘Why are you helping her? You tampered with my dad’s car, didn’t you?’ He gave me another look, more serious this time. ‘How did you know that?’ ‘There’s no such thing as a perfect crime. You left evidence at the scene.’ ‘Did I?’ He leaned his head against the wall, staring into space. ‘That was my first time committing a murder. Mistakes are to be expected.’ My heart almost stopped He was confessing. I wished I had a recorder. But my phone and wallet were both taken. ‘What did you do?’ ‘To the car? Nothing much. Just removed a couple of bleed screws and flare nuts. Played around with the brake pads.’ I gnashed my teeth. ‘You murdered my fat