I would be delighted when the gray dress was only a memory. I knocked firmly on the door. Tom Baker opened the door, looked apprehensive. I flashed the black leather folder. “It’s time we talked, Mr. Baker.” His young face was pale and set. He jerked his head, stood aside for me to enter. I moved confidently forward, waited until the door was closed. He paced to the window, stared out at tree leaves fluttering in the breeze. “Yeah?” I looked at his back. “Face me, Mr. Baker.” Slowly he turned. The muscles in his throat moved convulsively. “Look, I don’t know anything about—” “I’ll ask. You answer.” I’d watched a few interrogations at the police station. I snapped, “You stood in the bushes outside cabin five. We have casts of footprints. They’ll match yours.” I pointed at his faded black running shoes, old shoes.
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