He waved his hand away, "Well, you hardly know me so it would be unfair of me to ask you that. No, I didn't kill anyone, at least not knowingly. "
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I am mean and rude, not heartless to kill someone for fun. The guy in question threatened me over business matters and was running away when he slipped on the wet road and fell in a ditch, hitting his head on a sharp rock. He was gone before I could help him. The police wanted to frame me for the incident but my uncle's contacts made me walk out of the legal drama unscathed."
Zara had listened to him attentively. He spoke earnestly without holding anything back.
"He was being a real pain in the neck and sometimes I did feel like killing him, I accept that. But, did I really kill him? No."
'Then why don't you tell this to everyone?"