A deep crimson rage exploded inside me. “Maureen was my friend.” “I know, baby,” he said, stepping forward, his mouth tight. I wondered if this was what he was like in court. Distant. Controlled. In charge. Lying with so much confidence you started to believe it was the truth. “She didn’t do anything she didn’t want to do, Heather. I swear on my life. There was no violence, no threats, ever.”
