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Logan walked across the room and pulled off the black
hat. Ross's face was dark, his eyes black and angry.
'How did you know it was me? How did you know I
killed Alex?' he asked.
'Why did you do it?' asked Logan.
'He was so pleased with himself. He loved everyone
thinking he was rich and funny. He loved telling me how
much money he earned from the restaurant. I asked him to
pay me more, but he said no. He laughed at me when he
said it.'
'Did you know you got fifty per cent of the restaurant if
he died?' asked Logan.
'That's what he told me,' answered Ross. 'Sometimes I
believed it, sometimes I didn't. It wasn't important anyway.
He had everything: money, the restaurant, a beautiful wife.
I hated him. I hated him so much I wanted him to die.'
'So two nights ago you climbed up the wall and into his
bathroom.'
'Yes. I knew what he usually did in the evening. I waited
for him behind the bathroom door.