Unfortunately for him, she knew something that he didn't, which amplified his smaller gestures. His story held together, made sense as far as it went, but she knew there was something else. About the time he finished, one of her colleagues came in with a couple bottles of water. Carrie opened one for Brody and handed it to him before asking for something else. "Could you bring something so I can clean up these cuts on Sergeant Brody's hands? They should have treated those already."

The man left and Carrie didn't ask anything else until she had gauze and an antibiotic cream in her grasp. When they were alone again, Carrie put her hand out for one of Brody's. "Why do you think they killed him?"