"I don't know." I say calmly. "Someone named Karen Sparrow was murdered with multiple pencils. Piercing her eyes, then her neck artery, right here." He says tracing his artery. "Where were you on that day, Bea." "I was out with friends." I reply to the lawyer. He was good but not good enough. "This is a picture of the girl." He hands it to me. I look at the photo and my eyes start fill with tears and I start to shake. My lawyer objects and the photo whisked away.All Rights Reserved