“Couldn’t she just be injured?” Faye said.
She looked down at the table, unable to meet their gaze.
A brief moment of hesitation. Then a sympathetic voice.
“There’s an awful lot of blood. From such a small body. But I don’t want to speculate until a medical examiner has made an evaluation."
Faye nodded. Someone gave her a transparent plastic cup of water, she was shaking so much as she raised it to her lips that a few drops ran down her chin and dripped onto her blouse. The blonde policewoman with the kind blue eyes leaned forward and gave her a tissue to dry herself with.
She wiped herself slowly. The water was going to leave nasty blotches on the silk blouse. Not that it mattered any more.
“There’s no doubt, then? None at all?"
The female police officer glanced at her colleague, then shook her head. She chose her words carefully, “Like I said, a doctor needs to reach a ver-dict based on the evidence at the crime scene. But as things stand, everything points toward the same explanation: that your ex- husband, Jack, has killed your daughter."
Faye closed her eyes and stifled a sob.
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