The detective knows.

The detective walked over to the kitchen and stomped on the floor.

"I don't know what you are talking about detective."

"Now if I would of killed my bestfriend, what would I do?" said the detective.

"Yes, come in detective." I said confidently.

"May I have a look inside your home?"

It is the detective.

Someone is knocking on the door.

I put him in a secret place underneath the carpet.

His body is laying there.Stiff and cold on the floor.

I washed his clothes then burned them.

I took off his bloody clothes.

I threw away the kinfe.