16 Leah
“Okay, Mrs. McCall, explain to me one more time how you and the victim know each other.”
Leah eyed the detective standing on the other side of the medal table playing that good cop, bad cop bullshit, asking her the same questions over and over as if any of what she’d rehearsed was going to change.
Sitting next to her high-priced defense attorney, she wasn’t worried. Leah came in for questioning, feeling confident, knowing no matter how they tried to spin her answers, she was good. Her lawyer would make sure of it at four hundred dollars per hour.
Once Leah went to her mother and confessed to everything that happened last Friday night, she immediately called in the best legal team in Chicago. But first, without flitching, Leah admitted she had invited Jessica Fox to their house,
