Roderick gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles tightening as the memory washed over him.
He could still vividly picture the way Judith had looked three years ago when she came into the station to give her statement.
Back then, her eyes had been bloodshot, her voice cracking with heavy sobs, and she looked utterly devastated by her friend's betrayal.
Recalling that moment now, he realized her tearful performance had been flawless.
Could an ordinary person truly act that well?
Or had she simply memorized a carefully rehearsed script until she was word-perfect?
Roderick didn't have the answers yet, but he knew one thing for certain. Now that fresh evidence had come to light, the real killer would soon be forced into the open.
Upon arriving at the station, Roderick placed the ruste
