Justin paced a small circle, hands resting on his belt, and then turned sharply, facing me. Our eyes caught. His eyes were sharp as a steel blade. “Yes, my wife had an affair, and she disappeared for a couple of weeks but returned home. She and I were working on our marriage. Then the fire happened. Our house was old. An electrical shortage started the fire. If you don’t believe me, you can check out the fire marshall’s report.”
“I thought you said the cat knocked over a lit candle? Which is it? Electrical or the cat?”
“I never said anything about a cat. It was an electrical fire.” Lies churned in his eyes.
I paused for a minute staring at his lying face. I have perfect memory. I never forget anything. It was part of my genetics. But I didn’t feel like arguing with him any further tonig
