I've been looking into your father's recent cases," David Locklear hemmed. Amy and the captain were on their way to a country restaurant for a late lunch, but it felt more like an inquisition than a date. "You seem to show up at a lot of his crime scenes."

"So?" Amy was defensive. "You invited me to a crime scene once." "True," he admitted. "Frankly, I'm concerned about how much Lieutenant Silver relies on your opinion. I mean, it's kind of dicey having a civilian like you...hold on." The captain's dashboard was ringing.

Locklear listened for a long stretch then hung up. "I'm afraid we've got another crime scene." He looked embarrassed. "Do you mind a detour?"

Amy laughed. "Go ahead."

During the drive, he briefed her. The victim was Clarence Falk, author of self-help books. "Mr. Falk has a writer's cottage on his property. Falk went into the cottage around 10 A.M. Shortly before noon, his business manager discovered his body in the cottage's office, stabbed in the chest.

"Now here's the conundrum," he continued. "Four people were on the property at the time. Each one accuses one of the others."

They arrived at the cottage, one hundred yards or so from the main house. The building consisted of an office and a lounge with a connecting door. Both rooms had doors to the outside.

The witnesses were gathered in the cottage lounge. Falk's 19-year-old daughter, Misty, was the first to volunteer her story.

"It was Vern." She pointed to the middle-aged gardener. "I saw him knocking on Daddy's outside door around 11:15. Daddy let him in, and they started arguing. The two of them fought all the time."

"That's a lie," Vern shouted back. "It was Mrs. Falk. I was outside this window around 11:30, watering flowers." He pointed to the window boxes. "I heard a loud slap followed by other noises. Mrs. Falk ran out of the office and through this room, with a fresh bruise around her eye. She went straight out the other door. Didn't even turn to see me. An abusive husband; there's your motive."

"That's a lie," whimpered Mrs. Falk. "Kevin's the one with a motive." She pointed to the business manager. "Around 10:30 a.m., I picked up this phone. Clarence was on the office extension talking to Kevin. Clarence was boiling mad about something. Kevin said he would arrive at 11:30 to straighten things out."

"That's a lie," Kevin growled. "But I know who had a weapon." The pointing came full circle, with Kevin aiming a finger at Misty. "I got here around 11:45. I was about to knock on Clarence's door when I glanced in through this window. Misty was in here with a kitchen knife. I saw her wipe the blade off, then use it to pry open that manuscript box. She removed some papers, then left. A few seconds later, I went into the office and found his body."

Locklear took Amy aside. "For a self-help writer, he certainly fought with a lot of people. Any of them could have lost control and stabbed him."

So Who's lying?

@Hawkeye58: i guess misty becuase she was trying to be the most helpful and the grander couldnt have killed him becuase someone hit mrs falks and that was the husband cuase she was aruging with a man . The wife could of killed him and then misty found the body wipe the knife off then use it to get the papers or she could of snapped after her fatehr hit her mother and killed him her self . Nice mystery can i get another clue ?

Well the gardener mrs falk with black eye but said she didn't turn to see him.

"Maybe they're all telling the truth about what they saw or heard."

"It's possible," conceded Amy. "And the fact that they all deny the accusations?"

"Human nature," replied Locklear. "I mean, it's incriminating stuff. Getting a black eye from the victim; prying open a box; having a shouting match with the victim; scheduling a meeting around the time he's killed. Sure they'd deny it."

"Incriminating, yes. But none of it proves anything. They could all be innocent."

"True."

Amy paused. "What if I told you that one of the witnesses fabricated his or her testimony?"

"What do you mean? Trying to pin it on an innocent person? I would give that witness a lot of scrutiny."

"So would I. Look around this room, David. Then reconstruct each witness's statement. One of them can't be true. It's physically impossible."