He Was Sure the Cops Would Believe the Polished Son-in-Law Over a Terrified Old Woman. Then I Asked Them to Look at the Fireplace
I just looked at it, steadily, until he understood, and slowly took it back.
“All right, Ronan,” I said, and my own calm frightened me a little, it was so complete.
“Let’s go and see her.
Let’s all go and look at the crime scene together.”
Something flickered behind his eyes at that — the first small crack, the first hint that the script he’d written might have a line in it he hadn’t checked.
He covered it fast.