MrBallen

Laverne said after he was done, Tanya was no longer breathing.

Ingram could barely conceal his shock when she explained this.

I mean, here was this gentle, soft-spoken lady who was now telling him that she had actively participated in the sexual assault and murder of this young woman?

It was hard to wrap his head around it.

And at the moment, all Ingram could think was, this can't be real.

But what Laverne was saying just fit.

It explained John's cagey answers to his questions, his failed polygraph, and how Laverne knew the right part of the jeans to cut out and fake his evidence.

Because she and John had been the ones who actually made the cut on Tanya's jeans.

They knew.

But despite getting this earth-shattering confession here...

Ingram wanted to be completely sure that this version of the story Laverne was telling him was actually the truth, and he knew exactly how to prove it.

The following day, Ingram was behind the wheel of his cruiser next to his partner, and Laverne sat in the back, sort of absentmindedly staring out the window.

They were driving down the highway northeast of Portland, and Ingram had instructed Laverne to let him know when they reached the spot where they dumped Tanya's body.

Now, the newspapers had published the general location of where the body had been found, but certainly not specifics.

So Ingram knew that if Laverne could point out the exact spot,

Well, that meant she was telling the truth.

As they began to get closer and closer to the spot Ingram knew was the spot, he sort of felt his heart rate pick up, but he didn't drive any faster or slower.

He didn't signal that it was coming up.

He just kept on driving steady, going straight, sort of expecting Laverne to call it out any moment.

But the cruiser drove right past the actual spot where the body had been found.