The Dark Lake

‘I was scared, I have to admit.’ She leans closer. ‘And you are never allowed to tell anyone that my recorder didn’t work. Worst moment of my career, I swear.’

Smithson is divided in two: half believe that Donna is covering for Rodney, the real killer, and the other half lean over steaming coffees, eyes huge, claiming that Donna killed Rosalind to protect her only son.

We both glance up to see a clapped-out camera that looks like it was made before electricity was invented.