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“You were quick to decide she was the killer,” Sam snorts. “And you won’t consider anything else, plenty of people capable to do such things.”
“Then who was it?”
Sam rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that obvious? There’s only one person who has the same body figure as Tina, anyone can wear a wig, she didn’t even need to wear one!”
Bette frowns. “Jodi?”
“Thank god, you finally realize!” Sam raises her hands in the air. “So much for a detective like you, couldn’t notice such thing.”
Bette sneers. “You are just guessing, aren’t you? You’re not even sure whether you are right or wrong”
Sam’s mouth twists a little while her face twitches a bit, Bette knows she’s right. “Whatever you say, I keep the same words, Tina will never do such thing, that’s why she is behind Jodi and Henry in my list of suspects.”
“That makes no sense! Why did she or Henry Young want to do such thing? Eric’s death wouldn’t make any profits for them, they supposed to become a unite.”
“And so was Tina, Porter.” Sam shakes her head. “I couldn’t figure it out, also. During this time, Henry, Eric, and Jodie should be teamed up to face Tina. Eric’s death shocked me, for a short while I also thought it was Tina who did this, but the killing method was so rough and cruel, Tina will never let that happen.”
Bette raises her eyebrows. “I thought you knew her every plan.”
“I’ve only known a small part, no one know what’s she’s thinking, Porter. After Carmen’s death, I have no idea what game she is playing and which step she’s making. She trusts nobody, which I couldn’t blame her.”
Bette rubs her hair in frustration.
“This is a fucking mess.”
“The first time you step in this mansion, it’s already a mess.” Sam says coldly.
“If you hate me so, why didn’t you just kill me? You have plenty of chance to do so.”
“Not bad, Porter, you do know I hate you,” Sam sneers. “Even if I don’t like you, I won’t fail to live up to my principles.”
“Which is?” Bette asks coldly.
“You’ll see.” Sam says quietly, she walks to the door. “Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a tough day.”