The Imposter's Game
voice hardening. He clearly thought I was a sociopath,
sed closer, a sile
to the officer's phone. "It's
se! Just... if you did this, just admit
n she couldn't imagine a r
oked her straight in the eye. "Someone wants me to look
o saw *you* get out of the car with a woman, Mr. Brenner. They he
" I insisted. "They heard someone wh
first life's memory stepped forward,
down her cheeks. "I saw your face! You smi
al blow. I remembered
aid, my voice softer but firm. "But I
tion, the horror of it all, was crushing her. And the man she though
r. Brenner, I think it's best if you come wit
me, I went meekly, protesting my innocence t
this
lifeline, any lifeline. "Before I go anywhere, there'
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