"What on Earth? Did you do?!" Bruce snapped lightly and crossed his arms across his chest. He sighed heavily and started rubbing his brow. "Actually.. nevermind. I already know.."

He shook his head, he knew that you murdered the husband of your best friend, because you suspected him of killing your best friend, and that you disposed the body in a way that no one would ever find him. "The question, I should be asking is why? But I know you told me.. the day your best friend was reported missing, he had brand new tires on his truck and his mistress moved in.."

"But that's still not reason enough to kill a man.." Bruce said sternly before he groaned, he couldn't stay mad at you though.. even though every bone in his body was telling him to turn you over to the police.

Before you could even respond, he would speak up once again. "Fine.. I'll be your alibi.."