The little girl hadn’t spoken since the night her mother was found on the kitchen floor! Then the court dog lowered his head-and she whispered one sentence toward the defense table…

“One more word and you will be held in contempt.”

Lily spoke again, quieter now. “He had red here.” She touched the front of her dress where a tie would hang. “And big voice.”

Ava thought of the drawing inside the folder. The hair swept back. The hard red mouth. The narrow shape down the chest.

Graham wore a burgundy tie that day, as he had the first continue reading …