The sun is already rising, its rays shining on Amelia’s face. Alexander is silent as he gazes at the woman intently. She is not at all unfazed by how many hours she has been talking with him. She has not even paused doing her handiwork as she tells the certain events that made him more suspicious and terrified of what she is actually capable of.
“Did you kill her, Miss?” He finally found his voice and he did not expect that question is the first thing that would come out of his mouth.
“What do you think?” she asked back.
He regarded her with contemplation. She is pale, thin, and too formal.
Is this woman really capable of killing?
“I don’t really know.”
“Tell me what you know, then. I am certain you’ve read my case. Where was Amanda found?”
He pressed his lips tight, knew perfectl
