78 Laying Down the Risks (2/2)

”But how is it possible to create their own narrative when the evidence is laid down in front of everyone?” I asked, confused.

”Think of it this way. Though we have all the evidence, we were not present at the scene of the crime. In that way, we can't have an 'authentic' scene apart from the one Richard gives us.”

”But according to forensic science, the body is supposed to tell the details,” I countered, trying to grasp the meaning.

”No. We can't know what happened exactly. The particulars can change the whole sentencing of the criminal. Think of it in that way.” Sebastian's explanation made sense. Actual crime scenes were different from the ones people saw on the television. There were no omniscient detectives running around imagining the whole scene play out to the smallest details.

”I understand. But also, this technique gives the suspect a sense of power in how his life will pan out henceforth.”

Sebastian grinned. ”Exactly.” I gave him a proud smile and turned back to the video.

”Okay...” there was a long pause. ”Give me some time.”

”Sure. When the evidence comes in and that phone rings… your credibility is gone. Because this is how it works and I know you are an intelligent person and you don't need an explanation. Your mind must be racing right now and it's normal. I have sat across from a lot of people in your position. Bottom line is, as soon as we get that piece of evidence that solidifies it… it's all over.” Pause. ”You know you have one option… what other option do you have?” The detective supplied. So, there it was. 'You have no option.'

”What is the option?” Richard asked, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive position. Or was it that he was trying to hold himself together?

”I don't think you want to be seen as the cold-blooded psychopath.” He didn't spell out the option. ”I might be wrong. I have met people who enjoy and get off on notoriety. They liked that label. I don't see that in you.”

This, again, was the reframing technique. Here the detective was insinuating that Richard was not a monster, at least in his eyes.

”I wouldn't be talking to you if I thought you were a monster. I could have sent someone else in.”