She maintained a calm facade as she spoke, but inside, her mind was a chaotic mess.
"Of course, it's only natural to forget things, but may I ask if you know this man?" Byron Shaw clicked on an image on his computer, and a man's face appeared on the projector screen.
To convict someone of murder, you need not only ample evidence but also a motive.
The evidence had already been fully presented. All that remained was the motive.
Quincy Rhodes's motive was simple. It was related to the man in the photograph.
When Quincy Rhodes saw the photograph, her eyelid twitched violently. She instinctively denied it, "I don't know him!"
Byron Shaw seemed to have anticipated her answer. Unflustered, he displayed a second photo. "In that case, if you don't know each other, why did you appear in the same place?"
"Perhaps we knew each other in the past. I can't remember clearly…"
Byron Shaw then showed several more photos, pictures of Quincy Rhodes with this man.
