“I told you. The girl came to me asking me if I knew any doctors,” Burke sighed, sick of the repeated questions.
“And you didn’t know this girl?” Hsu asked.
“Had seen her around the neighborhood. That baby bump growing.”
“And out of everyone in her life, she chose you to confide in. Out of the blue?”
“Yep. Like I said,” Burke shifted in his chair. “Again.”
Hsu leaned back. There was something about the man’s attitude that rubbed him the wrong way. He was too sure. Too confident in the sequence of events. Hsu had been running the scenario in circles for a couple of hours. Asking the same questions in slightly different ways. Looking for holes in the story. Problem was, there were no holes. It was an air-tight narrative. And that was the problem. Tell the truth and things vary; sequence
