Finding Rose by Dana Becker

Finding Rose by Dana Becker

Author:Dana Becker [Becker, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2022-03-30T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seventeen

The cops seated Rose at a desktop computer.

“Why do all of your computers look like they’re from 1998?” she said, as one of them searched for a file. “Do you guys have Internet on these things?”

The cops ignored her. Every time she looked up, she saw more cops. Cops walking in, and walking out. Cops seemed to be emerging from under desks to give her a look and then disappear. She did her best to keep calm.

“You know the bad guys have all the latest computers, right?” she said.

They continued to ignore her. One of the cops found the file and clicked on it. It was a grainy surveillance video. Rose fell silent.

Micah could be seen loading what looked like a large tarp into the trunk of a car. He went back and forth to that trunk loading supplies. It was definitely Micah. She recognized his big body. The surprisingly agile way he moved, the way he seemed to glide when he walked.

For a quick moment, his face passed near the camera and was visible. It was his face, no question about it. But the look on that face gave Rose pause. It wasn’t a look she had seen before on him. It was a tense, blank look. His features seemed squeezed together. Somehow it just didn’t seem like Micah. Was it him?

One of the cops paused the video. He tapped on the screen, at Micah’s hand.

“There’s the murder weapon,” he said. “We have it here.”

He pulled a large paper envelope out of a drawer. It had a tag on it that said SEALED EVIDENCE DO NOT TAMPER. He also produced a photo of a hammer.

“God, the jury’s gonna love that,” one cop said.

“Absolute beauty,” said the other.

“Look familiar?” the first cop said to Rose, holding the photo of the hammer out toward her.

She knew immediately that it was Micah’s favorite hammer. Or at least, that it looked exactly like the handmade, iron hammer he carried with him to every work site.

All at once, Rose felt deflated.

“So,” said the cop, as he placed the envelope and photo back into the drawer, “are you starting to get the picture here? Micah did this crime. I know it seems crazy to you. Or maybe it doesn’t, and maybe you knew about it all along. Whatever you knew or didn’t know, and we’re gonna talk all about that soon, I want you to understand, right now, that the case against Micah is rock solid. We got drawers and drawers of evidence here. He did this.”

* * *

Rose said nothing. She shrugged.

“Listen, kid, he confessed, okay?” said another cop, and he pressed “Play” on another computer.

All of a sudden, Rose could hear Micah speaking. He sounded tired. He spoke much more slowly than she’d ever heard him speak. But it was his voice.

. . . Yes, we brought her into that field—there was a jump in the audio—I was there. I was there all day. “. . . you said you were there—where



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