Framed by Her Perfect Tears
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"Say that again?"
Under the hum of the fluorescent tube in Interrogation Room B, Detective Rachel Cross held her pen suspended a quarter-inch above the legal pad.
"I said, I’m impotent."
"Mr. Hayes, you're looking at first-degree felony assault. If you're going to spin a defense, at least make it something a grand jury won't laugh out of the room."
"It’s not a defense. It’s an oncology record," I said, keeping my voice level, though my throat tasted like copper. "Five years ago. Stage II testicular cancer.