She walks in the room, holding her clipboard. Her face is mournful but also suspicious of those around her.
“Okay, I won’t ask again. Who.killed. Her?”
Everyone exchanges nervous glances. One of them killed Her.
“You’ll all be considered guilty of not.”
CHARACTER A: amused “I know who did it.”
SHE: “Spill it then.”
CHARACTER A: smirk “Not saying.”
SHE: sigh “Okay. Next, fess up. Or else.”...