Leal flinched when Dion slammed the photos on the table. Three days in jail, and he’s already followed her.

“This is the victim and his horrible state.” He pointed to one of the three photos. It was the male janitor. “Your fingerprint was on his uniform. Why might that be?” He mockingly looked back at her.

Her blank look remained. “That is not my fingerprint. Again, I never went down there. How am I gonna have my fingerprint if I never went down there?”

She stands by her first ...