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You shrugged. “I’m never there.”

Because the truth — the real, messy, unphotographable truth — was this: you’d never lied to him at all. You’d just let him believe you were lying. And that was the oldest trick in the book. Bad Liar

“You were there,” he said.

The interrogation room smelled of stale coffee and sweat. Across the table, Detective Marlow slid a photograph into the center: a watch, its crystal shattered, caught mid-flash by a streetlamp’s glare. You shrugged

Marlow stared at you for a long, dry minute. Then he pushed back his chair, gathered the photograph, and walked out. its crystal shattered