His parting words caught me in a net of doubt. 'The life of an innocent girl on your conscience'… How can he put this on me?
I can't read him like I can read my friends; Jack's got a twitch when he lies, and Pete I have known for so long I just KNOW when he's stretching the truth. But Murdoc… the only way to tell if he's lying is to check and see if his lips are moving!
Wavering on the stairs, I know I've lost the battle. This is what a fish feels when the hook is in.