Chapter 24
With the vintage film of Amelia Erickson flickering in the half-light of the lower level, Ivy whirled on an old chair to face Dermott and Elsa. A frisson of excitement spiraled through her. “You can follow the conversation?” she asked Elsa.
“I’m also a forensic speech reader,” Elsa said, pitching forward in her chair next to her. “I’ve been Deaf from birth, so I grew up reading lips.”
Ivy pressed a hand to her heart. This was beyond what she had imagined possible. Was it too much to even hope for?
Dermott put his arm around Elsa with pride. “If anyone can tell what they’re saying, Elsa can. She consults for the police in analyzing security footage of crimes or other instances where the audio is unavailable.”
“That would be incredible.” Ivy clutched Bennett’s hand with enthu
