“And you confirmed it.”
“I was twenty-six. Stupid. Scared.” Karen looked away. “He said it was nothing. Said he’d gotten into trouble with some money and needed time. Then the news came on the next morning about Martin Keller.”
“Why didn’t you go to police?”
“I did.”
Amelia froze. “What?”
“I called the station from a pay phone two days later. I didn’t give my name. I said Lyle’s alibi was false.”
“What happened?”
“A man called me back at the bar that night.” Karen swallowed. “Not Lyle. Someone else. He said good people could get hurt by bad timing. He said I should remember that I had a little sister who walked home from school.”
Amelia’s voice softened. “Do you know who it was?”
Karen shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. “No. But I remember his voice.”
Amelia reached into her bag and took out the photograph from the cabin.
