“Knock, knock.” Colin and Emily waited out in the hall as Isabel let the door swing silently behind her. She hoped Jerry didn’t notice the lack of sound when the door did not close all the way—Emily had stuck the toe of her pointy black boot there so they could listen. “What the—” “Sorry, it’s just me again, Jerry.” Isabel moved to the foot of his bed once more. “I thought we were done. You got your confession. What else do you want?” “There was something else I need to tell you.” “What’s that?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. “Like I told you before, the ballistics verified the gun that was found by the river was the one that killed David Gerard. Unfortunately, the lab says there were no usable fingerprints on it. It had been in the mud too long.” “So you’re saying I confessed for nothing?” “As luck would have it, there was a bullet still in the gun and the lab was able to pull a beautiful print off of it.” “No kidding.” Jerry crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.
