"...Yeah. Mom was sort of... dating him?" She pulls a face at the thought. It was still weird. And he was so slimy. She can't believe Mom even wanted anything to do with him. "No... but I don't remember very much. But you were there... and you had a gun." In her heart, she knows it wasn't Malcolm. He isn't a killer. Could never be. But it's the facts, as she remembers them, anyway.