Easy to say—
“Robin, you need to leave this alone. Just get back in your car and drive away.”
Easy to say—
“What I think is that you ought to take this young woman’s fingerprints, see where she’s been in that house and what she’s been touching."
Easy to say—
“You see what the testimony means, your honor. Ms. Starling is most probably an accessory after the fact to the crime of murder.”
Easy to say—
“Let’s assume for the moment that I’m a reasonable person, and not some nut-job who goes around dribbling the blood of murder victims on every horizontal surface she comes across.”
Harder to do
It’s not as easy as you might think for a woman who’s five-foot eleven and wearing a dress to wedge herself through a tiny window with a sill about four or four-and-a-half feet off the ground. Let’s just say I managed it and that I’m glad no one was watching.
Somehow Robin Starling always manages to do what she needs to do…or at least she always has until now…