“Well? What did she tell you?” Lieutenant Capshaw asked.
They were sitting in his office. He set down weak tea in front of her, served in a mug with a chipped handle. It was hot, and sweetened with a tooth-numbing amount of sugar. Surprisingly, it was just what she needed. She was chilled and dazed from the experience, but as she drank the tea, she felt her composure return.
“She’s sticking with her story. However, I don’t believe her. She’s hiding something. Perhaps she’s protecting someone?”
“We’ll get to that later,” Capshaw said. “Repeat for me what she related to you. We can compare it to her original confession. Perhaps some inconsistencies will emerge.”
“It was very straightforward. Sophia said that she got up late that night to get a book to help her sleep. Her father’s study
