I immediately thought it was her that killed him, an expected reaction to this strange confrontation. Then, as if she could read my mind, she said, "And no, it was not me who killed your husband. If you want to find out who it is, you are going to have to agree to work with me." My curiosity had been struck, and more so a glimpse of hope. What if this worked out and I was freed? I could go back to a normal, happy life. My family and friends would love me again. I knew that was in an ideal world. Realistically, nothing would go "back to normal" but any life other than life in prison sounded fantastic at this point. "Okay" I agreed. "Where do we start?" She looked equally pleased as she did nervous. The guard behind her notified the woman that her time here was up. She quickly concluded with me, "I will get you what information you need. But most importantly, do NOT discuss this with anyone if you have any hope of us succeeding". And with that, she walked out the door and I was escorted back to my cell.