"You're saying it took place here?" inquires your partner, tracing the blood on the floor with utmost precision. They have done this many times.

"Yes," you reply. Doubt creeps in your chest and threatens to swallow you. You feel the need to remove the blame from yourself if you are wrong, to give yourself an escape route and affirmations to yourself. You feel crazy. "At least, that's what I think."

"Think?" growls your partner. Frustration is mounting in their head, and they need to take it out on someone. That person is you. "We need a straight forward 'yes. We can't afford a 'I think'."

"That's the truth, " you reply helplessly. What can you say? You certainly cannot lie. That would prove even more untrustworthy.

Your partner sighs. "That's a start."

Your partner looks at you curiously. "Why would someone want to murder in a Lighthouse?"

"Symbolism," you reply, thinking of a reasonable explanation. "Lighthouses brighten and give a path for the lost at sea. Murdering a savior symbolizes how the lost won't win."

"Interesting." your partners voice is with suspicion. All of his doubt and mistrust are now pointed at you. "How do you know so much about this?"

"Just a guess," you reply, shrugging. Immediately after, you regret shrugging. You now look complacent, and more suspicious. You should have kept your cool.

"A sensible one. It seems real," Your partner says in a skeptical tone.

Damn. Now he doesn't trust you.

You smile.

Plan A didn't work.

Don't forget.

There's still 25 more letters in alphabet

Time for Plan B.

One murder.

Now two.