The room was dimly lit, and Zoe kept her eyes fixed on the pool of light under the cavity of the door; the sheriff had left it wide open and from that angle she could see the agitated comings and goings of the entire police station. The white clock hanging on the olive-colored wall showed ten o"clock in the evening, Zoe squeezed her fingers around the ring that Matteo had given her, to calm down.
"Miss, you must understand that it is more than legitimate to doubt you. You arrived two weeks before the murder, nobody knows you, and you have no reason to be here but a miserable third degree of kinship with Mrs. Nat."
Zoe judged how productive it was to explain the psychological and emotional motivations that had brought her there almost a month earlier. He stared at her with his pointed,
