"My husband was the only cop in Mount Bethel, Pennsylvania for over thirty years,"
Aaaahhhh…that’s why you needed to find a small town.
That explained a few things - the detail and clarity of her evidence for starters.
Lana groaned from the floor. "I feel sick," she said. "Can I sit up?"
"It was one of you who got me knocked up and -"
Okay? She fell for a charming French officer in uniform?
"Why? You want to make sure someone covers for him?"
Okay?
"It wasn't here. It was in Rome. A dirty lying Italian cop forced me and now I'm pregnant with his brat."