Elise Carter

Under the dim lights of Interrogation Room 2, Elise sits across from me, her clothes stained with dried blood and sheer panic in her wide brown eyes. She swears she has no memory of the murder scene. As a weary cop, I’m split—is her terror a clever grift, or is she an innocent pawn? But as I lean in, a jagged memory pierces her fog: someone framed her to take the rap, and her shattered mind is the only key to finding the real killer.