William sat rigidly at the metal table, his arms crossed across his chest his eyes locked on the mirrored glass like a challenge to people on the other side. Detective Hendrix entered, his face hard and stern as he pulled a chair across from him.

“Good day, William…I’m John Hendrix. Detective in charge of this case.” he introduced, but Charles didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

“So,” he began, opening a folder and sliding out photos of Hector, Leah, and Wendy. “Do you know these people?”

“Yes, they were my former employees.” William admitted, his tone firm.

“Good, so we’re making progress here.” Hendrix grinned. “Care to explain why they’re all...