David Marco shook his head, "I don't know."
Luke stared at him, "You're lying."
"I'm not."
Anthony added, "He's right, your expression betrays you.
You know where that gun came from."
David Marco lowered his head, still unwilling to speak.
"Look up." Luke's gaze was sharp, staring at him again, testing, "Do you know Arel Gray?"
David Marco looked up at Luke, a flash of surprise in his eyes, "I didn't kill anyone."
"Then clarify things, don't hide anything."
"I have a request."
"Let's hear it."
"I... want to perform one last time on stage before I'm arrested, it might be the last magic show of my life."
Luke thought he had misheard, how could he still be thinking about performing at a time like this.
He's certainly persistent enough.
He exchanged a glance with Anthony, "OK, as long as you're truthful, we can agree to your request."
"Thank you." David Marco clenched his fist, seemingly knowing he couldn't escape anymore, slowly saying, "That gun was stolen by me."
