Our reunion was brief. Roger and I weren’t allowed to speak in depth until we’d given our statements. We were, after all, both witnesses in an investigation it wasn’t exaggerating to call remarkable.
In the past couple of years, I felt as if I’d given a lifetime worth of statements to law enforcement. (Not to mention the times they would have loved to talk to me, had they known of my involvement in dubious matters.) It was liberating this time, not having to keep my lies straight, not even ones of omission. Of course, no one was interested in Addy’s whereabouts before she was incarcerated, which was where the truth became… complicated. And maybe omitted.
On the other hand, between a quick medical check (they said I’d live, though I may not feel like it in the morning) and the not-so-quic
