“You never went to the police station, Casey,” he says. “I know you didn’t.” Any hope that I might have misread him flies out the window. He’s really doing this. I keep my voice even. “What do you mean?” “Well,” he says in a slow, pointed voice, “you were with me and Nell all afternoon at my cabin, so you couldn’t have gone to the police station. Or anywhere else. How could you be in two places at the same time?” What?
