"My name is Luke Lee, I'm the captain of the Robbery and Murder Department, and I'm in charge of this case. May I speak with your daughter?"
Alec Wyatt looked down at the little girl and nodded, "Yes.
But she is scared, and I'm worried that questioning her might cause her secondary trauma."
"I'll be careful with how I ask questions."
Alec Wyatt nodded.
Luke pulled up a chair and sat beside the girl, "Hey, I'm Luke, what's your name?"
"Teresa Lewis."
"Were you the one who called the police?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Teresa Lewis, her voice choked, said, "After school, I was playing in the park with friends and got home around six. That's when I saw...the living room was covered in blood, my mom was lying on the floor... I yelled for her...
But she didn't seem to hear me.
I ran to her, held her tightly, and called out to her...
But she didn't respond, and she wasn't breathing... sob sob."
