Behind him, hidden under a coat and lying on the floor of the vehicle, as it turns out uncomfortably upon some of Mr. Rafferty’s empty water bottles — he drinks water compulsively and is surely the best-hydrated accused killer in Canada — was the little girl.
“We sat in silence,” Mr. Gowdey remembered.
“Tori Stafford sat in that car for those eight-and-a-half minutes,” he said, the inference clear how much longer they must have seemed to her.
