“Did you talk to Blakely today?” I fingered her chin and lifted her head up. “What’d she say to you?” I wanted her to look me in my face. Right in my eyes and tell me what was going on, because she was the only one there that night, and she’d told me afterward nothing happened between Blakely and Mr. Crosby. That the picture was misleading. She regretted taking it. Felt bad about being part of the entire thing. That’s the last thing she’d said before she went into her interview. Something happened to change her mind. “Did Blakely tell you to lie?”
