Alice.
I paced around my living room in anticipation. Mark was on call with one of his acquaintance trying to figure out a few things based on the misstep we had in the past few days.
He soon came back to where I was pacing about in the living room with a grin on his face.
"They can't trace it to us." Mark said still grinning but I didn't find it funny.
"Why aren't you happy?" He asked noticing the annoyed look on my face.
"Why did you do it?" I asked calmly and he scoffed.
"Why did you do it?" I asked again with a slightly raised voice.
"What did I do?" He asked with an innocent look on his face like he had no idea on what I was talking about.
"Why did you kill him?" I asked angrily, very pissed that he was pretending not to remember what I was asking about.
"Kill him?" He laughed.
"Me?" He laughed again.
"You killed him." I said in a more angrier tone.
"No, we killed him." He said correcting me and I paused.
"I.." I paused unsure of how to defend myself.