When I finished, he turned slowly to face Patricia. The look he gave her could have frozen a volcano.
“What. Did. You. Do.”
It wasn’t a question. It was an indictment.
Patricia’s face had drained of all color, going from flushed to ghost-white in seconds. “Mr. Rodriguez, I… I didn’t know… She didn’t identify herself! She looked…” She gestured vaguely continue reading …
