“Well?” Donoghue says to me. “Is that who you saw?”

“Yes and no,” I reply as my mood sinks deeper to what feels like the bottom of the sea, as deep and dark as where I almost died. “I couldn’t swear to it in court. Not based on this.”

The person I observed a hundred feet under the water looks like an older Carrie, but the fact is I can’t be positive and probably no jury would convict her based on this recording or what I claim occurred. I don’t know what I expected but I thought the video would be of a higher resolution, a better quality. I thought I’d see my knife cut through the side of her face. It was so real.

I could have sworn I injured her badly. No one questioned me at the time, not even Benton. The FBI checked local hospitals and doctors based on my certainty that Carrie had a serious wound to her face that would require plastic surgery. Even so she likely would be disfigured for life, and that would be a terrible fate for her based on what I’ve learned today about her vanity, her fears of becoming old and unattractive. But I don’t see anything to support what I felt sure happened. I’m increasingly frustrated and dejected, and Lucy can tell.

“It was dark down there and you didn’t have your flashlight directed at what you were filming,” she says to me. “And you were moving a lot. That’s the tough part. You were moving.”

“What about forensic image processing?” Donoghue asks her.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” Lucy replies. “I’ve spent a lot of time on this.” She doesn’t say when or where.

“And as I’ve said, what you see is as good as it’s going to get,” she adds. “The camera I installed in her mask was for the purposes of recording evidence recovery, and in those instances Aunt Kay would have her light shining on what she was collecting. I didn’t install a camera thinking she was going to be attacked underwater, that something like this was going to happen.”

“Do you think Carrie anticipated that Kay might be recording the dive and the attack could end up filmed?”

“That’s the point of the camouflage, the hood, the gloves,” Lucy says. “She blends with her surroundings in poor visibility and to answer your question, yes. Carrie knew exactly what she was doing and would have recognized the camera mounted on the mask. Carrie for sure would have anticipated that someone might be filming that dive. She knows us.”

“Maybe better than we know ourselves,” Janet adds.

“What else?” Donoghue gives me her complete attention again.