“I swear,” Harper said. She gasped for a breath. “I didn’t do it.”
“Liar,” Kate spat, slamming her hands on the table.
Harper didn’t reply. She wiped her tears as best she could with the sleeve of her t-shirt and looked at her sister with a smile.
“Hypothetically,” Harper said slowly.
“Hypothetically,” she repeated, almost swallowing the mic. “Let’s say I killed them.” She stared directly at the one-way mirror, directly at the Detective on the other side. “I’m not saying I did.”
Kate crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “Ok.”
This time Harper leaned across the metal table, her hands cradling her face. Kate looked away for a moment.
“I have a proposal for you,” Harper said, shaking her head side-to-side as if listening to a pop song.
Kate turned her head to look at her sister.
“I’m listening.”
“If you’re able to explain exactly how you think I ‘killed’ five people in five days,” Harper began.
“Then what?”
“Well then, I’ll confess,” Harper said, smiling.