He had greeted her colleagues officially and then requested some private time for additional questioning "if she didn't mind." Of course not, she thought, I love being grilled about a murdered colleague by the police. I love recalling every ugly moment of finding Charlotte's body in the lab. She was seated on her desk chair, no longer in her comfortable spot on her sofa. She felt robbed. This big giant of a man was not only invading her privacy, he was invading her space. She steeled herself for the onslaught of questions. "Now, Dr. Barnes," noted Shoop, as he pulled out his trusty black notebook. At least he’s using my title today, thought Pamela. "Let's go over your testimony from yesterday." His lack of enthusiasm radiated from his droopy eye lids to his slumped posture. Testimony, she thought. He makes it sound as if I'm in court. I'm not certain if anything I said yesterday is accurate. I was so distraught, she thought. She put her hand to her head and rested her elbow on her desk.
