Jennifer Walsh sat in her small office Monday morning, reading through the police report that had been filed over the weekend. The new discovery documents had arrived in her email at 6 AM.
She’d read them three times now, and each time they looked worse for Maya.
The search of St. Catherine’s Medical Center. The window in Room 412 that had been pried open from the inside. The broken branches in the bushes below. The hospital receiving blanket and infant gown found buried in the mulch, both showing evidence of decomposition. The cadaver dog alert.
The physical evidence that strongly suggested Maya had dropped Andrea out that fourth-floor window.
Jennifer set down the report and rubbed her face. This changed everything.
Before this, the prosecution’s case had been entirely circumstantia
