Part Whatever of the Detective White Series
|She sat alone in the cold room rubbing her hands against her arms in an effort to warm up. Just stick to the story. Nancy's words reverberated in her head. Her mother in law was vicious.
Detective White walked in with a manila folder in his hand. He placed it on the desk.
"So, how are you today, Mrs. Ulrich?"
"I'm fine, just a little cold. Call me Stella, please."
"Sure. Would you like some coffee?"
"No thank you."
"Wait, I remember; you don't like coffee. There's tea if you'd like. I'm an Earl Grey man myself."
"Tea would be wonderful, thanks."
He left and returned with two Styrofoam cups. He placed one cup in front of Stella.
"Thank you." She sipped the warm liquid; instantly her goosebumps went away.
"How familiar were you with your husband's finances and business dealings?"
"We had separate accounts and filed taxes separately. He paid the mortgage and car notes. I bought the groceries and paid the utilities. It was an odd arrangement, but, I agreed to it."
"What did he tell you he did for a living?"
"Entrepreneurial ventures, business investments, flipping houses, refurbishing cars and selling them, I guess."
"Don't play me. You and I both know your husband's dealings were criminal."
She choked on her tea. Damn, he was onto her.
"I-I don't know what you mean."
"You don't realize how much danger you're in."
He opened the folder and pictures of Jeremy's badly beaten body came into view. Stella turned away and wept, "Oh Jeremy."
"I need the truth, Stella. I can protect you if I know everything. Why did Nancy and Cliff kill Jeremy?"
The jig was up or was it? Maybe she could spin this to her advantage. Detective White was rather attractive.