You shrugged. “I’m never there.”
The fluorescent light buzzed like a trapped fly. Bad Liar
You waited until the door clicked shut. Until his footsteps faded down the linoleum hall. You shrugged
Marlow leaned forward. His cologne was cheap, aggressive. “Here’s what I think. I think you’re a very good liar. But good liars leave no trail. You left a perfect one. Which means either you’re innocent — or you wanted me to find exactly this.” gathered the photograph
Marlow stared at you for a long, dry minute. Then he pushed back his chair, gathered the photograph, and walked out.
“I was home by nine,” you said. “You can check my building’s log.”