Do you admit to killing Jamal Crooks? Yes, Dex replied simply.
He attacked my wife with a knife.
I was defending her.
Your ex-wife, Freeman corrected.
Legally, you’re dead, remember? Dex lowered his head.
Yes, ex.
Freeman tapped his pen thoughtfully on his notepad.
It’s self-defense, but your special status complicates matters.
Faking your own death, living under a false name, you understand that these are serious crimes? I understand.
Dex nodded.
Freeman glanced at Shanaya who stood pale, her eyes filled with tears.
Mrs. Washington, I need to discuss something with my superiors.
Could you wait outside? Shanaya nodded and left the room on wobbly legs.
In the hallway, she sank down onto a bench and buried her face in her hands.
Dex was alive.
All these years he had been alive and nearby.
All these years of mourning, loneliness, trying to start a new life.
Half an hour later, the door to the interrogation room opened and Captain Freeman emerged.
