certified or not

"You never seem to amaze me. Jumping into David's bed for the money. Look at you, a whore. Our son will be disappointed in you wherever he is"

" My son to be precise. You wouldn't have had him killed if you regarded him as yours"

" You think I killed him?

" I don't think Alvin Reagan. I know you did. Your hoodlums did" Alvin sauntered towards her but she stopped him by raising her index finger.

" Don't come close to me to talk about him. Show me where you buried him and prove that he really died perhaps you can redeem yourself a chance at explaining" he was out of words. He couldn't think of an explanation to give besides asking himself ' why is she still mourning their son?

" You know this won't bring him back right?

" Because of you. You did that. It's on you. I'll go to any length for my son. You'll be surprised what I can do for him" his eyes fell slightly remorseful.