They had nothing to hide, right? Birdie exited her test in tears, and George came out of the grim little room, serious and pale. The deputy, making sure they did not collude beforehand, led each person past Suzanne and directly into Sheriff Duval’s office after their ordeal. The test administrator, brought in for the occasion and dressed as meticulously as an IBM salesman, beckoned her from the bench in the hallway. A little paunchy, a little balding, he looked to be around George’s age but not as fit. Her palms started sweating early. She felt guilty for no reason at all. The white-walled, windowless room with its single table and two chairs reeked of criminal intent. The light bulb overhead was not naked, but should have been. The man who hooked her up to the machine as professionally as Doc Sonny had done her exam was not a police officer, but an examiner sent out by Mutual Trust, Life, and Casualty. This came out in the chitchat as he attached the electrodes. “Call me Bill,”
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