Tried

“Your stories had loads of loopholes and as much as I tried sweeping it under the carpet, it just kept staring into my face. The night of the murder, Jones was at your place, and left after the murder took place, helping you make it seem like it was a break-in attack.” the detective pointed out, bringing out her phone from her pocket.

“That was the CCTV footage that showed Jones leaving your place at exactly 11:05 pm, on his bike after the murder, a few minutes to when the police made their way here.” The footage showed a dark figure on a motorbike driving out of the compound.

“Impressive, you're not so dumb after all,” Hazel said with a dark chuckle. “Please carry on.”

“Our investigations led us to the fact that Mr. Harold isn't your real father Hazel.” The detective deadpanned, watching Hazel's eyes go widened in large saucers.

“Oh please, don't act like you weren't aware.” The detective rolled her eyes.

“You discovered this at one of your drunken mother's sprut, where she mistakenl