“Don’t bother denying it. There’s an eyewitness to the murder.” He wished the lighting was better so he could read her eyes. But as it was, she dropped her chin again and cast her eyes into darkness. He supposed it was smart of her to remain silent. Anything she said, she knew could be held against her in court. But Sam needed to know. “Did he put those scars on your back?” For several minutes he didn’t think she was going to answer. Then at last she offered one single word. “No.” He waited for her to continue, hoping for her to continue. But she remained silent. Simply sat shivering and staring into the fire. So small and frail. Not the image one associated with a heartless criminal. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Knew he was falling for her innocent act. Perhaps that was why he needed to understand her reasons for ruthlessly killing a man in cold blood. He was growing soft.
