"Did you hit my father on the head and accuse my husband of doing that?"
Jerry's eyes widened in horror as it slowly darted in Blaze's direction, who was staring right back at him.
There was something sinister and grotesque about those narrowed darkened grey eyes that made Jerry shrink ten times deeper in his seat, trembling like a jellyfish being tossed around by the wave. It was as though a thousand pointy knives were aimed at him, ready to slice him into bits.
"I think, since this issue involves my husband, I will let him decide how to handle it. My business with you is over. I'm sure your confession will go a long way to coax others into telling the truth." Amelia casually stood up, ignoring the look of dread on Jerry's face. She turned to leave when Jerry's piercing voice stopped her.