The Myth of Fingerprints
By Fewthistle

Anita Van Buren sat in the dingy holding cell at Rikers and stared at the retreating back of Lisa Russo. The ramifications were staggering. The life of one man had been stolen by lies, by arrogance, and though she hadn't been party to the act, Anita felt the weight of blame settle ever more firmly on her chest.

Lisa had asked how fair it was that she was in jail and Anita was not. Anita pondered the untold number of lives that had been ruined, the faith in the system and colleagues that had been lost. But more than anything, Van Buren couldn't help but speculate that maybe, just maybe, Russo was right.