"That other witness you just called a liar is me," Arlan declared. "Though I was just a five-year-old, the memory of my mother's murder is etched in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I can tell you everything—from what my mother and the assassin were wearing, to how they were standing, even the tiniest piece of jewelry my mother was wearing."
The woman didn't know what to say and looked at Luis, who glared at her, silently urging her to resolve the situation. Luis had not expected this turn of events either.
Luis had never heard that Arlan had witnessed it. There was no record.