"Officer, you must be joking! I haven't killed anyone," Travis said, his voice shaky as he tried to ignore the judgmental stares from the room. Still dressed in only his briefs, he folded his arms awkwardly across his chest, attempting to preserve some dignity.
"We have witnesses who saw you entering and leaving the scene of the crime," Sheriff Hader said, his tone cutting. "And let me inform you there have been three other women who died in the exact same manner. All strangled with a leather belt and they were last seen with you."
"No, no, no—this can't be happening," Travis stammered, his face pale. "You're making a big mistake! Look, I enjoy kinky sex, as much as the next guy, but I've never hurt anyone, let alone killed someone."
"Sheriff Hader, my son is not capable of committing such heinous acts," Rudy roared, stepping forward. "He may be a party boy, sure, he likes to have his fun, but a killer? Absolutely not."