His hand trembles against the bed and he wants to reach out and touch her, but he doesn't know if she'll want him to. It's not exactly professional either and he should probably ask, but he has the recorder running and he knows his boss doesn't want to hear anything like that. In the end, he takes the risk, reaching over to cover Molly's hand with his own. It's his silent support, his way of telling her he's here, even if he's only supposed to be listening and asking questions, getting her statement. That's his job, but it's not the only reason he's here.

"He didn't shoot you in the neck," he says, glancing there briefly. He knows it didn't happen, but he still has to make sure, see it with his own eyes. He didn't kill her either, didn't cut her tongue out and Russell's heard a lot of awful stories in his years as a cop, but never anything like this. Never to anyone he cares about like he does Molly. "What stopped him?"