Morse leaned back. “You have new evidence?”
That night, Jane couldn't sleep. She walked through her house, touching the walls like a blind woman learning a room. The porch where Lila had stood. The stairs leading to the basement—a basement Jane had told police was locked that night. But had it been? She distinctly remembered checking the deadbolt. But distinct memories, she knew better than anyone, were often the most fabricated. jane white - cause for doubt
Jane wasn’t charged. Too much time, too little proof. But she lost her position at the university. Her textbook was quietly pulled from circulation. Her name became a footnote in lectures about the irony of expertise. Morse leaned back