Evie blinked at the coldness in the woman's voice. How could such bitterness come from such a grieving mother? What had this man done to receive such hatred for justice? Was he really a murderer as she claimed? So many questions buzzed around Evie's mind, bees around their nest. 

"No, I'm fine, thank you." She replied as she sat across from her and placed a recording device on the coffee table. "Mrs. Renolds, I understand that this will be a difficult subject, but if you can recall anything you may have left out from that night perhaps it will help me find the man who did this." She said.