Chapter 13
Since the red light was on, I knew that I had to project my voice only a little to make a good record but I still had to raise it so Detective Bush could hear. Except for jury trials, an electronic court recording system recorded everything.
“Detective Bush,” I paused for effect. “When you asked my client to talk to you, where did this conversation take place?”
“We spoke in the police station.”
“Did you tell Mr. Peoples why you wanted to talk to him?”
“I told him I was investigating the death of Hannah King.”
“And Detective, did this conversation take place in the lobby?” I looked at my notes on the lectern. I glanced at Frank, seated at the table with leg irons. The detention deputies had removed his handcuffs so he could take notes for the hearing.
“No, it took place in
