“Can we talk in private?” DeMarco asked. “The break room, I guess,” the man said. “Is…what is it? Did you guys find who killed her?” “We can talk about all of that in a second,” Kate said. “For now, why not just lead us to the break room.” The young man did exactly that. Kate could tell from the way he walked that he was trembling. It certainly wasn’t a show of guilt but was more than enough to tell Kate that he was nervous—whether about sleeping with a married woman or something deeper, though, was anyone’s guess.
