Thirty-Two
I’M ALONE IN THE VIEWING room when they bring Lewis in. I sit there, not knowing if he knows if anyone is watching him or not. I’m watching his body language, and it's obvious that he is afraid. The question that keeps coming into the back of my mind, though is, “Does he look guilty?”
If so, it’s not obvious. And it adds to my disquiet about the case. Helen’s theory makes perfect sense and fits with the evidence they have. But I still have a sense of disquiet, a vague sense that there’s a vital missing piece to this puzzle out there.
I know that Helen and Dan are the professionals. I know they know how to interpret the evidence, and the evidence points to the small man sitting in the room, waiting nervously to be questioned.
But as I’ve told Helen, I’m trained in the care of
