He pressed him against the wooden pillar of the porch ...
“Grrrrr! What did you do with my daughter?! He shouted at Denny, looking like a possessed.
Very surprised and frightened, Denison quickly regretted going to him.
“Arg! Arg! Calm down! Calm down! I can explain! I had nothing to do with her death! I swear!” Denny tried to convince him, terrified by his sudden and violent reaction.
“Did you not?! It was you, wasn't it?! That day, there?! Now I remember! ... I knew! I knew you from somewhere! ... Who are you?! Why has nothing changed in you?!” he asked, lifting Denny even higher, pushing him against the wooden column.
The man was a guy of about 1.80 in height and about 80 kg. So, despite being in his 60s, he was still very strong in relation to Denison's average physique.
Meanwhile, Denny tried to get out of that unforeseen and dangerous situation, trying to convince him that, besides having nothing to do with his daughter's death, he wanted to "help" her ...
“I can't explain it to you right now, but I really was there that day! But I didn't hurt her. I didn't do anything to your daughter!” Denny confessed, very surprised by the reaction of that angry man.
“And why were you seen chasing her, huh?!
“No! ... Argh! It wasn't me! ...” Denny said with difficulty, feeling the rough callus hand on his neck. You have to believe me!”
“And why should I believe you?! My daughter died because of you!” He screamed.
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