Chapter 6

“Of course. Be aware, though, that it’s possible they already know that you aren’t being held in the security ward. If they do, it’s already tipped them off that you’re not a suspect in Mr. Pierce’s murder.”

“Oh great.” Trev shook his head. “What I don’t get is why they wanted to frame me. They had to know I’d tell you what really happened.”

“If they’d been smarter about the fingerprints, we wouldn’t have believed you. They should have wrapped your hand around the gun, finger on the trigger, thenfired it. The extra bullet, wherever it ended up, would have been put down to yours or Mr. Pierce’s bad aim. Of course, by the time the ER doctors were finished with you, there was no chance we’d be able to test your hands for gunshot residue, but the prints would have been smudged, not perfect. There was some residue on your clothing, of course, but that would have happened no matter who fired the gun. And, by implication, that was supposed to have been you.”