“You won’t be leaving. At least not tonight.” He stood taller, all his confidence reaffirmed. “The notion of this scheme upset me earlier, but after this clever parlour trick you just demonstrated, I believe you can be of use. Audra is dead, but not by her own hand. She was murdered.” Audra. This was the first time anyone had spoken her name. The knot in my stomach moved up to my throat. “The police don’t seem to agree,” I said. “There is no evidence to prove otherwise, so I must rely on the one thing that will hold up in court—a confession.” He stepped closer, and it took all my nerve to keep
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