"Becca? It"s Jamie. Sorry I missed you."
"It"s okay," she said in a flat, monotone voice.
"I spoke with the state attorney. I"ll tell you what he said in a minute, but first, I need to ask you a few questions."
"Alright."
I wondered if she was medicated, she sounded so robotic. She couldn"t have sounded less interested if we were talking about the weather, or the Kardashians. I was still at the park, sitting in my car with the windows open. If I had to do something this unpleasant, I could at least enjoy the scenery.
"Do you feel okay?" I asked. "Would you rather I called back later?"
"It"s fine," she intoned.
"Okay then, when is the last time you saw Joe?"
"In the courtroom."
"Did you talk to him after that?"
"No."
"On a different topic, do you have a prescription for sleeping
