"I have no idea," Vanessa replied, "He didn't say. Look, if you think that I killed him because he wouldn't sign the papers, then you're very wrong indeed. I was pissed that he was delaying things, but I knew he'd have signed it eventually. I wasn't going to kill him for it or kill anyone for that matter,"
"You could hire someone to do the job for you…." Alaric cut in, "I've seen people hire other people to do the job for them,"
It took a lot of self control for Vanessa's not to give in and scream like she actually wanted to. An emotional reaction in this situation wasn't going to do her any good, so she kept her cool and remained in her chair.
"Are you insane?" she asked, "I would never do such a thing,"
He continued like she hadn't spoken, "I see that you had different surnames too. You never changed yours after you got married. You guys have been married for years and you don't have any kids. You've been separated for a year. You even moved out and rented an apartment. From what I know, the marriage wasn't a rosy one. Weeks ago, you handed him divorce papers which he refused to sign, and just this afternoon, he made a call to you and hours later, he's dead. That doesn't sound like a happy marriage to me. You can't tell me you don't see why you'd be questioned,"
Vanessa shook her head. "None of those things you mentioned has anything to do with him getting murdered. I didn't kill Christopher. We were seperated and I asked for a divorce, but we were not enemies. You've got the wrong person, and when you're here playing 'macho, hero, cop', the real killer is out there, probably escaping as we speak,"
Alaric's eyes remained on her, but Vanessa refused to look away. She held his gaze stubbornly, until he blinked, then withdrew something from his pocket, "Well then, why don't you explain this,"
It was a recording of her call that afternoon with Christopher:
'….. "I don't want to be married to you anymore, Christopher, and having dinner will do nothing to change that. We have been separated for a year already and I think it's time to put an end to this whole thing. Sign those papers, or you will not like my next move. You have no idea how far I'm willing to go to get this done as soon as possible. Goodbye!"
"What exactly are you going to do Vanessa? Force me? Kill me?"..... '
He stopped playing the recording at that moment and said, "That last part…. Care to explain why he'd say that, Mrs Spencer?"
Vanessa's gaze moved back to Alaric's and found him still watching her. She took a deep breath. The bastard! She knew how that statement sounded coming from Christopher, and it would be even more difficult to convince them that it meant nothing. Christopher had a way of throwing words around carelessly especially when they argued, but now he wasn't here to speak for himself, so there was no one to confirm that she was telling the truth."
"Look," Paul Forbes cut in, "We just want to get to the bottom of this, Mrs Spencer. You say you had nothing to do with his death, but can you think of anyone who would want your husband dead?"
Vanessa had had enough, "I don't know!" she replied, "Look, I know what you guys are doing. This good cop…. bad cop shit won't work with me. I already told you. I didn't kill Christopher and I don't know who did. Like you said, we were separated and we're not even living together. Now, I'm tired and I'd like to go home. I'm done answering your questions. I know my rights and I know you have no concrete evidence to keep me here. I want to leave now and I will not be answering further questions without my lawyer present. I've even said too much!"
The two men stared at each other. They knew she was right. Apart from the recording, they had no concrete evidence to keep her at the station.
Alaric stared at her, and like before, she returned his gaze. She looked very angry, but he didn't care. He shouldn't care. He was simply doing his job and he had no time for emotions. They could mess with a person's judgment and so he avoided it at all cost.
"You're free to go now, Mrs Spencer," he said finally, "But you should know that we'll be keeping in touch. Please don't make any travels because we might need to bring you in for more questioning as the case progresses."
"Yeah, whatever," Vanessa retorted.
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Vanessa woke up with a terrible headache. The moment she opened her eyes, she remembered that today she had to make arrangements for Christopher's funeral. His parents had been calling and she knew if she let them, they’d take over all the grim planning, but she felt strongly that, at the very least, she owed Christopher this. She’d realized shortly after they’d married that she hadn’t loved him, probably at the same time that he’d told her he’d married her for political reasons. A man needed a wife and a family if he wanted to have a prayer of becoming governor. They’d slept together exactly once before they were married, and then after the wedding the intimacy had reduced drastically until there was nothing left between them and neither of them tried anymore.
She also had missed calls from her best friend, Anita, but she didn't want to call back. At least not at the moment, she felt like she still needed more time to process what was going on.
What a mess. She felt horribly guilty. Even though she knew what had happened to Christopher wasn’t her fault, she’d certainly fantasized enough about what her life would be like without him in it. Even though he’d flatly refused her request for a divorce and tried to make things unnecessarily hard for her, she still felt horrible about his death, because at a point in her life, she'd lived with him and cared about him to some extent.
Her phone rang again. It was Christopher's parents. She’d felt horrible that they’d learned about their son’s murder on the news, but she didn't have time to tell them first since she'd been at that damn station. She’d been in shock, so much so that it hadn’t occurred to her to call anyone. When she returned home from the police station, it was then that she had reluctantly dialed their number. The overwhelming relief she’d felt when she’d gone straight to voicemail had made her feel guilty, on top of everything else.Despite that, too exhausted to deal with anything else, she let their call go to voicemail. They’d left three messages already. What was one more? She’d phone them back once she’d made all the funeral arrangements. That way, they couldn’t take over. She knew if they did, the ceremony would be the antithesis of Christopher.While his parents were super religious, Christopher had often claimed he had no use for such “nonsense.” And while they’d never actually discussed his
Though Jeremy kept his tone respectful, his firm reply told her he meant business. “Perhaps you’d like to contact your bank and verify?”“Of course.” Hands shaking, she fumbled with her phone, looking up the bank’s number and calling it. Once she had an account representative on the line, she identified herself.“Mrs. Spencer, we’re so sorry for your loss,” the woman exclaimed. “What can I do to assist you?”After taking a deep breath, she asked to check the balance in the checking account, since she was also listed as an account holder in addition to Christopher for that account. “Certainly. Just one moment.”Vanessa gripped the phone, listening while the bank representative typed in the information. “Let me see here,” the woman said. “I show a balance of one thousand, six hundred and forty-seven dollars and seventy-eight cents.”“What?” Vanessa swallowed, again trying to comprehend. “The checkbook ledger shows seventy-two thousand dollars and change.”“That would have been before M
"There is something," said Vanessa and she eyed Alaric one more time. Then she told them about Christopher emptying the bank account. This got their attention. They got the bank information and then asked her if she knew of any other bank accounts.“I don’t. But if I find out there are any, I’ll be sure to give you a call.” “Would you mind if we did a quick search of his office?” Alaric asked.“I’m sorry, but this isn’t a good time,” she replied, smiling to soften the blow. “I really need to be allowed to go through my husband’s personal belongings myself first.”Judging by the muscle working in the detective's jaw, her declination didn’t sit well with him. But he, like every other law enforcement person, knew there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. They’d have to get a search warrant first. A few more follow-up questions and the officers stood to take their leave.As they filed past the doorway, Alaric turned to Vanessa. He looked her up and down, then handed something
“That’s not necessary,” Vanessa said, steeling herself. “I’ve already done all that. The funeral will be at Blackenstock Funeral Home. The arrangements are made. I’ll get you the details once they’re printed up.”The older woman’s perfectly made-up eyes narrowed. “I wish you had waited for me. I really wanted to approve the casket.”Battling the urge to offer to take her to the funeral home in the morning so she could approve of her choice, Vanessa managed to keep her mouth closed.When Vanessa didn’t respond, Lois glared at her. Vanessa hated that she was alone with them. She felt like she desperately needed an ally. Someone whose presence would give her strength because she knew if she wasn’t strong, her in-laws would roll over her like a steamroller on freshly laid concrete. Even Christopher had been unable to hold his own around his parents.Abruptly, Lois pushed herself up and walked over to the sink, where she stood staring out the window. Her shoulders began shaking as she sile
For the first time ever, Anita felt pity for what Christopher must have endured growing up. She never liked him when he was alive because of the way he'd treated her friend, Vanessa. Now, as she stared at his parents, she could understand how he turned out to be the kind of man he was. “You know, she's grieving too,” Anita continued. “They might not have been together when he died, but she's grieving too and she could use all the family love and support right now… Just the way you need it too,"At her words, Lois's tears dried up and her expression went from devastated to furious. “Who do you think you are, attempting to lecture us on personal family matters? It’s none of your business what we do or don’t do.”Since she was right, Anita shut her mouth and turned to go. Just as she reached the exit, Steven spoke, shocking her.“She never loved our son, and I'm sure she's glad he's out of her way now. She can go on to be with her numerous lovers. She might even have a hand in his death
The deputies began snapping photographs, one of them taking notes. They stepped through the room, broken glass cracking underfoot, talking quietly among themselves. When they moved outside, Lois spoke up.“What were you doing outside at three in the morning?” Lois managed to sound outraged rather than concerned.“I couldn’t sleep,” Vanessa explained, hearing the complete lack of emotion in her own voice and realizing she was beyond caring what anyone thought of her. “I went outside to get some air.”And, of course, both Lois and Steven gazes drifted from each other to Vanessa and back again, hers narrow and his appraising.“You had difficulty sleeping?” Lois finally asked, her suspicion clear in her snide tone.“Yes.” Vanessa stared at the older woman, practically daring her to speak her thoughts out loud. Right now she felt as if she was walking on the edge of a narrow precipice. Christopher was dead, and all the bickering or accusations in the world were not going to change that.Mo
Vanessa woke up the next morning feeling numb. She knew that it would be hard enough to simply make it through the day. She had in-laws to deal with and a funeral to finalize. The media would need a statement, as well.She got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, intent on losing herself in scrolling through her phone. When Steven and Lois Wesley strolled in a few minutes later, already dressed and looking ready to go, that was exactly what she was doing. With everyone gathered in the kitchen drinking coffee, she knew she should offer to make something for them to eat, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that.Eyeing her, Anita must have understood. “I’m going to make a doughnut run,” she announced. “I’ll be right back.”“Get some sausage rolls too,” Steven told her.Anita nodded as she went out the door. Fifteen minutes later, she returned with a large box of doughnuts. Everyone grabbed one or two and fell to eating them as if they hadn’t eaten for days. Vanessa stayed back a
Since she and Christopher hadn’t gotten around to drawing up a prenup, the law was clear on the rights of inheritance. A will could only confirm that and perhaps designate heirship of smaller, sentimental items. Was there something specific Lois wanted? If so, all she needed to do was ask. Pushing down the bewildered hurt, Vanessa reminded herself she’d never truly understood Christopher's parents. Christopher had often commented that they cared more about their church family than their real one.After getting Chloe a cup of coffee and a doughnut, Vanessa asked her if she’d mind coming with her to the study. “I hope y’all will excuse us for a few moments,” she said to the rest of the room. “I’ve got some things I’d like to discuss with Chloe.”“I’d prefer to be there,” Lois announced. Vanessa stared at her. She’d thought Christopher's mother couldn’t shock her any more than she already had. Turned out she’d been wrong.“I’m sorry,” Vanessa told her firmly. “But this is private. I’m