WHEN SHE ENTERED THE interrogation room, the young officer, who was waiting for the interview to begin, stood up. His hands were shaking and the pastiness of his face proved that he was terrified.
Leah waved him to sit down, and Mark and the Sargent sat next to her. She recited the date and the names of the people in the room for the video tape, and then, she leaned forward.
“Do you know why you’re in this room?” she asked the officer.
The young man shook his head and licked his lips. He hid his hands in his lap.
Leah had already noticed that his fingers were shaking visibly, but she didn’t feel any compassion for him.
“Do you remember that you called Gareth Black three hours ago?”
The man glanced from one interrogator at the other. He muttered something under his breath, but the off
