Wedmore: You notice the blood on the edge of some of the bills there?
Justin: Uh, yeah, I can see that. So?
Wedmore: We’ve saved out a couple of the bills and are having them tested, but we think that’s going to turn out to be Wendell Garfield’s blood.
Justin: Oh.
Wedmore: You know where we found this money, Justin?
Justin: I don’t know. If it’s Garfield’s blood, I guess you found that money on Keisha.
Wedmore: We found this money in your jacket, Justin.
Justin: Huh?
Wedmore: How do you think this money got into your jacket?
Justin: Seriously? She put it there. She must have. When I was out cold.
Wedmore: Yeah, I suppose that could have happened. I see your point. You were out for about ten minutes, the doctor said.
Justin: Yeah, well. There you go.
Wedmore: Do me a favor, Justin?
Justin: What?
Wedmore: Would you write your name on this piece of paper here?
Justin: What for?
Wedmore: Just humor me.
Justin: You going to tape it onto the end of some fake confession?
Wedmore: No, we’re not going to do that. Let me see if this pen has any ink . . . yeah, this one’ll do. Here you go.
Justin: You just want me to write my name?
Wedmore: First and last.
Justin: I don’t get this.
Wedmore: Justin . . .
Justin: Fine, fuck it. There you go. Three times.
Wedmore: Thank you. Is that the way you usually sign your name?
Justin: Yeah.
Wedmore: Hmm.
Justin: What?
Wedmore: Just asking. I have something else here I’d like to show you.
Justin: What?
Wedmore: I’ve got it in another evidence bag, although we found it tucked in with the cash. Okay, here it is. You recognize this, Justin?
Justin: What the . . . it’s a check.
Wedmore: That’s right. You see whose account this check is drawn on?
Justin: Garfield. Wendell Garfield.
Wedmore: For five hundred and eighty dollars.
Justin: Yeah.
Wedmore: And you see there’s also some blood on the edge of the check. We’ll have to do a test to see whose blood it is, but like with the money, we have a pretty good idea.
Justin: Okay.
Wedmore: And I guess you’ve noticed the other interesting thing. The most interesting thing of all.
Justin: That doesn’t make any sense to me.
Wedmore: You see who the check is made out to, don’t you, Justin?
Justin: I don’t know. I can barely read it.
Wedmore: Oh, come on now. What’s it say?
Justin: It sort of looks like my name.
Wedmore: That’s right. You notice that the handwriting doesn’t match? How Mr. Garfield’s handwriting is totally different from your name there?
Justin: I see that.
Wedmore: What I figure is, Mr. Garfield wrote the check, but left blank who it was to be made out to. Some people, they’ll just make it to Cash, or fill in their name themselves. Is that what you did?
Justin: I didn’t write my name there.
Wedmore: You didn’t?
Justin: No way.
Wedmore: But, hang on . . . the handwriting on the check looks just about identical to these signatures you just did for me.
Justin: I didn’t write my name there. Keisha must have done it.
Wedmore: What, you think she put a pen in your hand and wrote your name in while you were unconscious?
Justin: She must have copied it.
Wedmore: From what?
Justin: I don’t know. My driver’s license? It’s probably on that.
Wedmore: That part of your license—we looked—is so worn off you can barely even see it. You know what this looks like, don’t you, Justin?
Justin: This is bullshit.
Wedmore: You went to see Mr. Garf
ield. You gave him Keisha Ceylon’s card as a reference, said you were an associate of hers, that you had a vision about his wife. Garfield must have panicked, thought maybe you actually knew he was involved in her death. Something went wrong. He attacked you, and you stabbed him in the eye with the knitting needle. We can put you at the scene, Justin. The footprints outside the window. Your prints on the window frame. Did you look inside before, to check if he was there, or after, to see the mess you’d left behind? We found money with what’s likely to be Garfield’s blood on it, in your pocket. And finally, Garfield’s bloody check, made out to yourself, in your own hand, in that same pocket. That looks kind of bad, don’t you think, Justin?
Justin: She did it. I’m telling you. She went there, she tried to get money out of Garfield. She stabbed him in the eye and killed him.
Wedmore: And you know this how?
Justin: Like I said, I followed her there. I was watching through the window.
Wedmore: So you admit you were at the scene.
Justin: Outside! Not inside.
Wedmore: Then how did you get this check? Signed by Mr. Garfield. Made out to you, in your own handwriting?
Justin: I . . . I . . .
Wedmore: If you’ve got something physical, something that puts Keisha there instead of you, let me have it.
Justin: She was all bloody! Search her house for her clothes.