They played the tape of his wife’s murder for him and studied his face carefully. It was paper white. Innocent.
The tape restarted. Once more they watched the brutal stabbing.
Back at home, a single thought pounded through his mind as he stroked the still-bloody knife: “There was a camera?!”
Jennifer Slade: tall, beautiful, luscious blonde locks, sparkling eyes, excellent singing voice, doctorate in art and design… In reality, a high school student with a passion for drawing and music. She also has a vivid imagination.