By dawn Coyle had it figured out. The woman on the tape was Margaret Hale, who still ran the bakery on Main Street. The man she'd confessed to killing was her own husband, gone "missing" forty years back. Coyle washed his face and decided to go buy a loaf of bread.
Margaret took one look at Coyle's face and knew. She set down her rolling pin, locked the shop, and turned the sign to CLOSED. "You found Walter's tapes," she said quietly. "He promised to burn them. Sit down, Father. Let me make you tea, and I'll tell you the whole thing."
Margaret told it plainly. Walter beat her for years. One night he came at her with a knife and she swung an iron pan. He went still. She rolled him into the pond and the ice took him by morning. "It was him or me," she said. Coyle believed her. He burned the tape that night and never told a soul.