Twenty-Eight
“I WAS TAKING A NAP in my cell,” Marjorie Watson says. “I don’t know why you’d drag me out to ask me more questions. I confessed days ago. You have Win’s note. You’ve already released Father Leonard.”
“We’ve had some additional evidence,” Helen says. “This shouldn’t take too long if you’re honest with us now.”
“Why is he even here?” she points to me. “The last thing I need is a priest.”
“Never mind why he’s here,” Helen replies. “I have two things to show you.” She opens the folder in her hands.
“This,” Helen says as she lays a piece of paper on the table in front of Marjorie, “is a listing of all Rebecca’s financial transactions in the last week of her life.” She points to a line at the bottom of the page. “This is the last one. An ATM withdrawal for $600. We assume that
