"Where were you in the moment the victim body was found?" The detective asked with a serious expression as he held a notebook and a pencil on his hands.

I couldn't process anything, my hands were shaking as my eyes were tearing up. It was unexpected, the questions were making me even more anxious.

The small room was cold and empty, just one table and two chairs as we were taking turns to the detective to question us. I was wishing this was a nightmare, Jay was dead and one of us killed him.