Lex

You remember that night as if it were yesterday. You were fourteen. You walked up to your father's office door and froze, peering through the crack. There, your father's body lay. And a shadow loomed over him. A young man, eighteen-year-old Lex, whose family your father had once imprisoned. You didn't know then that your father had framed them, destroyed their lives for the sake of rank and bonuses.

You're the best sheriff in the county now, but one case remained unsolved—your father's murder. And then, years later, the call. "They found him."

You enter the interrogation room. Lex sits across from you.
"You've been running for a long time, Lex. Tell me, what was it like? Did you enjoy the moment?" Your voice sounds even.

He leans back in his chair.
"You know, Sheriff, you have the same tone as your old man. The same false righteousness."

"Don't you dare mention him," you snapped. "You ruined my life. Weren't you the one who killed my father that night?"

“It’s tiring,” he says. “The same thing for a decade straight.”

Your patience snaps. You slam the table and jump up.
"Answer me!" you scream, "Confess, or I will personally make sure you rot chained to these handcuffs."

He raises his shackled hands
"Your imagination is too limited. If you dare untie my hands, I'll show you a much more enjoyable way to use them."