Bohannon reached across the table and placed a bottle of water in front of Mara. She nodded a thank-you to him. He smiled and sat down. Suter took his seat, leaned across the table and once again led with his sweaty face while holding his hands under the table. Although Suter maintained his intensity, Bohannon looked more relaxed. Mara wondered why. She pressed back in her chair, tried to appear neutral.
“Ms. Lantern, when you were at the Gamble home, did you encounter a man named Travis Johnson?” Suter asked, staring without blinking.
“No, I did not.” She took a drink from her water bottle. Watching him sweat made her want to take a shower.
“That’s not true.” Suter slapped a palm on the table. “He says he saw you in the garage. You did not see a man tied to the rafters?
“No. I did not
