Then, he turned back to me, his face dark and heavy, as he asked, "Why did you tell the police you didn’t see the criminal?"
Right there, Miriam violently grabbed my hair, her face contorted with rage.
“It must’ve been someone you know,” she hissed. "Someone powerful, and someone you don’t dare cross! So you kept quiet, afraid of revenge!”
Douglas’s voice grew colder as he demanded, "Isn’t that right?"
I was in so much pain that I couldn’t even speak.
But despite the agony, I forced myself to answer, "I... I didn’t see the criminal!"
"You’re lying!" Douglas’s gaze turned frigid, his eyes burning into mine. "The janitor said she saw you come out of the restroom. And she saw another man walking in the opposite direction. You definitely saw the criminal! So why didn’t you say anything?”
As Douglas finished speaking, Zeke abruptly charged over, grabbing my collar and pulling me to my feet. Without asking a single question, he began pounding my face with his fists.
I felt myself growing lightheaded, on the verge of losing consciousness, but he didn’t stop until he yelled, "You asshole, tell me! Who was that son of a bitch?”