"But fake is ultimately fake."
"Weren't you bringing me here for identification? Why are you speaking so oddly?"
Luke took out a photo and asked, "Do you recognize this iron shovel?"
Georgia Gray pressed her lips together, "No, I don't."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"We found your fingerprints on the shovel, and some skin flakes too. They've been sent to forensics for DNA comparison."
Georgia Gray patted her forehead, "I remember now, it's my family's shovel, it's just that it's been sitting at the vacation house.
Because it's rarely used, I didn't recognize it at first."
Luke leaned back in his chair looking at her, this excuse was clearly to evade guilt, but it made sense too. It was her family's shovel, having used it was normal, not recognizing it was because it was rarely used.
"Mrs. Gray, if you confess now, I can help you secure a favorable deal. If you keep deceiving the police, you might lose your last chance."
