# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

it.”

“How did she know about it?”

“A retired judge sent her a letter.”

“Which judge?”

Daniel’s face gave me the answer before his mouth did.

“Malcolm Hale.”

My bad knee nearly folded.

Judge Malcolm Hale had been the county prosecutor who placed both hands on the jury rail and called me a coward.

He told twelve strangers I had killed my wife and invented confusion continue reading …