signaling me to keep him speaking.
So I did.
What did she do to the rug, Marcus.
He exhaled as though I had finally decided to be reasonable.
She bled on it, he said.
The entire room became still.
Even a nurse at the counter looked up.
Marcus understood his mistake too late.
After she fell, he added quickly.
The detective wrote two words in his notebook.
Admission heard.
For the first time that morning, I smiled.
There was no warmth in it.
At 8:03, a tactical supervisor reached
