CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Frazzled“I didn’t kill her.” Kit swallowed and repeated herself for good measure. Her voice echoed in the formal interview room. “I did not kill Debbie.”
“Okay.” Lane brushed her off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t forget you’re still under caution.” He concentrated his efforts on the technology, fiddling with a connector before sitting up with a sigh. Kit held her breath, wishing her father could still stroll through the locked door and rescue her. She pursed her lips and in the next second, experienced an overwhelming gratitude that he wouldn’t witness her in yet another legal scrape.
She cleared her throat, and Lane held up his hand to stop her speaking. He peered at the flashing red light on his recording equipment, and the perfunctory action rankled Kit. She ground
