His style of interrogation was always polite in tone, strong in gaze, "Where did you go and what did you do between nine and ten last night?"
Linda Roberts's tears had not yet dried, "You suspect me?"
"Just answer the question."
"Harper is my only daughter, even if I disliked her and was disappointed in her, I wouldn't kill her."
Flynn Morris was quite patient, asking once more with a gentle and soft approach, "Where did you go and what did you do between nine and ten last night?"
"I was at home."
Linda Roberts was very nervous.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have misspoken right off the bat.
Flynn Morris tossed the printed surveillance photos across the table, "Concealing the truth and lying, obstructing justice, carries criminal responsibility."
The cameras had captured everything; at nine sixteen last night, she was in the elevator at Redang Peninsula.
"If you already know, then why ask?"
