room.
Detective Warren placed a photograph on the table.
The deer.
Emma stared at it.
“You recognize it?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Where did you find it?”
“In the forest.”
“How long had it been there?”
“I don’t know.”
The detective folded his arms.
“Emma, three witnesses saw you near the clearing that night.”
She looked down.
“I know.”
“And your fingerprints were continue reading …