01-12-2017, 03:45 AM
"Guilt by association? What is this 1954?" The tone of the accusation set his blood aflame. "I was clearly not there, there isn't a judge in the country that would convict me of anything. The burden of proof falls upon you, and I fail to see any pointing to me." He sits back in his chair.
"You can explain whatever you want to whoever you damn well please, but I had absolutely nothing to do with this crime, and even if I did have prior knowledge of it, good luck proving it."
His pale face blanched at the mention of the rifle. But his anger steeled his resolve against them. "Fuck you. I'm not signing shit. Not without a competent lawyer." He nearly spat at her feet at the idea. "If you have video of my friends doing this, why aren't you interrogating them? And as for why we were here, we were driving to New Orleans for spring break and we decided to stop for the night here. Not that that really matters."
"You can explain whatever you want to whoever you damn well please, but I had absolutely nothing to do with this crime, and even if I did have prior knowledge of it, good luck proving it."
His pale face blanched at the mention of the rifle. But his anger steeled his resolve against them. "Fuck you. I'm not signing shit. Not without a competent lawyer." He nearly spat at her feet at the idea. "If you have video of my friends doing this, why aren't you interrogating them? And as for why we were here, we were driving to New Orleans for spring break and we decided to stop for the night here. Not that that really matters."