Tantrum: The Judge's Iron Fist

Chapter 837: Tantrum④ Judge's Iron Fist

[Part① by Evil Spirits]

"This is the final questioning before the trial, not an interrogation. You're going to be a witness, Ben Rickert."

The county cop was trying to get you to talk in the interrogation room—

—you knew this was common. You'd seen it too many times.

But you didn't want to lie anymore. Maybe spending the rest of your life in a cell would be more comfortable. At least you'd have a clear goal: to live until you died of old age.

For most Americans, that goal was a luxury.

"I committed the murders in the Bay Area."

The county cop wasn't the least bit surprised. Instead, he began trying to persuade you.

"You're not related by blood to Anse or Rhodes, those two little bastards. I looked into you, Mr. Ben."

"You used to have a drug problem, and you were a police officer—"

"—you revoked the prosecutor's daughter's license and fined her two thousand bucks."

"The Orlando Police Department has heard about it, more or less, but that doesn't justify covering for criminals."

You were a little frightened and dazed. It felt as though you and the officer questioning you weren't speaking the same language, as if a thick wall stood between you.

All you'd ever wanted was to tell the truth. But now, even telling the truth had become a privilege, an unimaginable right that was almost impossible to obtain.

"I really..."

The officer sounded impatient. "Since you put it that way, let me ask you this, Mr. Ben: who do you work for?"

"That one." You fell silent, stunned. Suddenly, you couldn't get the words out.

Because you truly didn't know who you'd killed. What was the name of that top YouTube streamer? You didn't know his real