The unstable and moving pier undulated in a counter meter to the ocean’s swell below, and the seagull walking its beach would have needed to have been tortured before it would’ve revealed what it had seen earlier; looking askance, through a hotel widow.
Luckily for this court, there was a camera nearby…spying for scapegoats, and answers.
The slips: 1 from her body, 1 from her lips and 1 from his shadow, revealing all…
In the beginning he testified, “We were faithful, like hands holding bibles. Where she got the idea, how she decided to – I don’t know. I mean – it couldn’t have been me!”