“No, it’s not.” The edges of his mouth curved in an almost playful smile, like he knew a secret that they didn’t. “It’s Hugh.” “What?” Farah said stupidly. “What do you mean?” “This is Hugh. All of the tapes are of Hugh.” “Is this a third-person reference, or are you saying that you’re not Hugh?” Kevin asked. “I’m saying that Hugh killed all of those women and that I’m not Hugh. I’m Trent.”
