"Zack Wright, just the man I wanted to see !" He was grinning as he strode into the living room, where a pale young man was seated on an armchair.
"I already told you, I'm no criminal, Harry." Zack growled, eyeing him cautiously. But Harry only beamed at him.
"Surprise, surprise ! All of our evidence points to one, single person."
For a second, just a tenth of a second, Zack's face dropped. And then he was back to his usual, angry self.
"So ? Any guesses to who it might be ?" The detective taunted him. Despite his best efforts, something in Zack's eyes was... different.
"Look, if you're here about the gunpowder... I swear it wasn't me !"
"Hmm, what gunpowder ? Mr. Wright, we didn't find any at the scrime scene."
"Wha-"
"Ah, I see. Let me rephrase that."
"No, I-"
"We haven't shown it to anyone yet, Mr. Wright." Harry was grinning like a madman by now.
