“Good afternoon, Detective. Are you ready for that statement? I would like to get my client home as soon as possible.”
“Room two.” Olivia motioned for him to walk ahead of her. She was just going to wait to see the chief.
Finley Scott was waiting for them, hands folded calmly on the table–looking years younger now that they cleared him of Dona Holden’s murder. Olivia rarely used video to capture her interviews, and today was no exception. The blinking red dot seems to make people skittish and hesitant to talk. While setting up the voice recorder, she offered them refreshments, which they declined–they probably wanted to get this over with, and out of here as much as she did.
“Mr. Scott, can you tell me how you found out you had a twin brother?”
“The Detective, the one that’s dead,”
