The Perfect Game

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questions for me?”
    Lauren took a deep breath. “What makes you so sure I need a lawyer?”
    â€œA very good question. When you’ve been in this business as long as I have, you know what is routine for police investigations and what is not. Asking you questions, confirming your alibi, that’s all standard stuff. But collecting DNA and hair samples, and subpoenaing bodily photographs?” He shook his head. “Those things aren’t typical. Other questions?”
    â€œNo, I guess not.” Lauren’s mind was racing, but she couldn’t pin down her fears. There were too many.
    â€œAllow me to ask a few of my own. Hypothetically speaking, would you have any reason to kill your sister?”
    â€œNo. I had no reason to want Liz dead. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was my best friend. I miss her every single day.”
    â€œOf course you do. And is there any reason, hypothetically speaking, why somebody else might believe you wanted to kill your sister? Would there be any recent fights or nasty emails or evidence of bad blood between the two of you, even if you had since patched things up?”
    Lauren and Liz had occasionally fought like crazed animals before their parents’ deaths. Over clothes, games, or the television remote. After losing their parents, they both appreciated how trivial such things were and had scarcely spoken a harsh word to one another since. “Apparently, Liz recently changed her life insurance beneficiary to me, but I didn’t know that and I wouldn’t have cared if I had known.”
    â€œAnd how much is the life insurance worth?”
    â€œA million dollars, or so I’ve been told.”
    Dennis let out a long, low whistle. “Hypothetically speaking, is there any chance they are going to find any incriminating evidence on the clothes you were wearing? Any of your sister’s DNA on your clothing?”
    â€œThey shouldn’t. I was wearing fresh scrubs that evening. I did see my sister that afternoon briefly, but we barely touched.”
    â€œAnd, hypothetically speaking, are the detectives likely to find your DNA or your hair at the scene of the crime?”
    â€œHmmm, good question. I’ve visited my sister’s home, obviously, so it’s possible they might find my hair there or something like that. I don’t remember ever bleeding at her house, but it’s possible I might have at some point.”
    â€œGood, I appreciate your objective approach to these questions. Now, hypothetically speaking, did you leave the hospital for any reason at all on the night of the crime?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œExcellent, and is there any other evidence you can think of that the police might have collected that would suggest you as a suspect? Like a murder weapon or fingerprints or anything else you can imagine? Hypothetically, of course.”
    â€œIt’s certainly possible my fingerprints could be at my sister’s house from previous visits, but otherwise, no, I can’t think of anything else.”
    â€œDo you know the results of the polygraph examination?”
    â€œThey told me the first test was inconclusive and told me nothing about the second test. I was already nervous about taking it, but I want the detectives to know that I am fully cooperating.”
    â€œNot anymore. I am going to call the detectives and let them know I represent you. They should contact me, not you, if they need anything further from you. If they try to talk to you directly, you are to call me. Immediately. And I am going to do some digging around to see what I can find out. I want you to continue your usual routines. Okay?”
    â€œOkay.”
    Dennis leaned back in his large leather chair and pressed his fingers together. “You’re in good hands. I can assure you of that. Do you have anything else you want to ask before we end for today?”
    Lauren looked Dennis directly in the eyes. “I know you

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