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My lawyer continued. “Mr. Cross, did you bribe Marla Voss to create this statement?”
“No.”
“Did you promise her two hundred thousand dollars?”
“No.”
“Did your mother help rehearse her affidavit?”
“No.”
Three lies. Clean, confident, recorded.
I looked toward Evelyn. For the first time, she was no longer smiling.
From the hallway came the heavy rhythm of boots.continue reading …
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