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…

a dark overcoat. His tie hung loose at his collar, a deep red stripe against his white shirt. He withdrew cash, glanced over his shoulder, and turned his face just far enough for Maya to freeze the frame.

No one spoke for a moment.

Ava made herself ask the next question. “What else?”

Maya slid a printout across the table. “Three days before the assault,continue reading …