Simon Says Die

for Casey’s answer.
    â€œY OU’RE LUCKY Ididn’t let your car get towed after that stunt.” Casey stepped into the interrogation booth, joining Pierce.
    Pierce watched Madison through the two-way glass. “She waived her right to an attorney. I couldn’t convince her otherwise. You’d think the sister of a cop would know better. She’s too stubborn for her own good. She thinks that because she hasn’t done anything, she shouldn’t be worried.”
    Casey raised a brow. “Theoretically, she’s right. Innocent until proven guilty.”
    â€œTell that to all the innocent people in prison.” He turned back to the glass, then grimaced at one of her sarcastic responses. “If she doesn’t really kill someone by the time this is over, it will be a miracle.”
    M ADISON CLASPED HER hands together beneath the scarred wooden table. It was either that or slug the detective sitting across from her. Since her goal was to stay out of prison, hitting him definitely didn’t seem like the way to go.
    No matter how satisfying hitting that smirk off his face would be.
    Lieutenant Hamilton had already questioned her. Now she was sitting across from another detective answering the same questions over and over.
    Her patience shredded a little more with each repeated question. She was beginning to understand how someone could confess to a crime just to end an interrogation, even if they were innocent.
    She glanced at the dark rectangle of glass that took up half the wall behind the detective. Was anyone behind that glass watching her? Probably, and if she had to guess she’d bet it was Lieutenant Hamilton, watching her every move. He hadn’t tried to hide the fact that he didn’t believe her story.
    â€œMrs. McKinley? Would you answer the question please?”
    She squeezed her hands together so hard her knuckles throbbed. Forcing a smile, she focused on the young detective in front of her. “I’m sorry. What was the question?”
    â€œI asked how long you’ve been a widow. When did your husband die?”
    Her stomach jumped at this new line of questioning. “How is that relevant?”
    â€œBackground questions. Standard procedure, ma’am.”
    She drew a deep breath. “Over a year now, almost a year and a half.”
    He scribbled on the notepad in front of him. “How did he die?”
    She glanced at the bottle of water in front of her. Her mouth was dry from all this useless talking, and she longed for that water. But she didn’t want to fall into the trap of needing a bathroom and not being allowed to use one. She crossed her arms and offered him a tight smile. “Damon died in a tragic car accident.”
    â€œTragic? How so?”
    â€œI would think any death is tragic, Detective. My husband was only thirty-five years old. He lost control of his car on a curve and went off the road. There was a fire.” She shivered, remembering the policeman standing in her doorway, telling her about the accident.
    And her overwhelming relief that Damon was dead.
    â€œTell me the identity of the second body found in the shallow grave behind your house.”
    She looked at him incredulously. “I told Lieutenant Hamilton, and I’ve already told you, at least two times. I don’t know. How about you answer a question for me? Why would I hire a company to dig up my yard if I’d buried a couple of bodies back there? Doesn’t that sound idiotic to you?”
    He tapped his pen on the piece of paper. “Maybe you didn’t realize how deep the construction company would have to dig for the foundation. Having a slab of concrete poured over a grave is a great way to keep anyone from discovering the bodies buried there.”
    She tapped her foot impatiently. “Tell me something. Has anyone even tried looking into my abduction? Did they trace back from the place where I woke up in my car when Damon let me go? Please tell me someone is actually doing some real police work, that you aren’t all sitting around hoping I’m going to suddenly confess to killing whoever was buried in my backyard. Because, hey—guess what—not going to happen. I haven’t killed anyone. I’m the victim here.”
    â€œI’m not at liberty to discuss the details of the investigation, ma’am. Just answer my questions please.”
    She clenched her fists together. “Did you ask me