"I said, I didn't kill her!" Samson roared one more time.

"Mr Maxfield, you do know that denying it will get you no where. Why don't you say the truth, confess to it and your punishment might be less." The Blondie in charge told Samson as Samson panted in heavy breaths.

"Do you perhaps have anxiety problem? Maybe you did things you can't remember?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," Samson simply said looking away from him.

"Did you get yourself treated? Who treated you?"

"I said I don't know what you are talking about!" Samson yelled stomping his hand on the table angrily. He held his head,...