Michelle frowned as she stared at the deed. Could Josie be hiding out at one of these places? “I think its time I paid a visit to these properties…including this Pine Mountain.
Trisha Turner sobbed endlessly as she sat in an interrogation room. In her mind, she couldn’t stop replaying the memory of seeing her husband off to work that morning.
The door finally swung open. A tall Asian and an even larger, broad-shouldered black man strolled into the room. Something about their severe expressions had a sobering effect on her.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” the woman said. “I’m Detective Ming Delaney and this is my partner, Detective Tyrese Simmons.” Trisha nodded her greeting but wiped at her tears. Both detectives took seats on the other side of the table. “I don’t understand why I was brought here.”
Simmon’s thick lips slid into a smile while he braided his fingers in front of him. “We think there might be a connection between your husband’s murder and one of our cases.”
“Murder?” Trisha’s sniffles gradually diminished. “You don’t think that it was an accident?” Her eyes darted to each cop and her heartbeat accelerated at their hesitation.
“Mrs. Turner, your husband was shot in the back of the head.” Delaney began in a soft lilt. “Do you know of anyone who might have wanted to cause your husband any harm?”
“Shot?” Trisha’s hands crossed her heart. She couldn’t believe the line of questioning. “Why everyone loved Ambrose. He was a kind and brilliant psychiatrist.”
“Yes, I’m sure he was,” Delaney conceded, but her gaze locked on to Trisha’s and wouldn’t let go until it penetrated her soul. “But how was his behavior in the last week?”
Blinking, Trisha lowered her hands to her lap.
“What is it, Mrs. Turner?” Simmons asked.
She shrugged as she thought about. “Well, he’d been a little distracted—but I’m sure it was just because he’d lost a close and dear colleague at the institute this past weekend.”
“Distracted how?” Delaney asked.
Trisha struggled with how to describe what she meant. “Ambrose is…was sort of anal about schedules. He woke up every morning at five-thirty. He jogged, he expected meals served at a certain time—you could set your watch by him.” She twisted her hands. “But lately…”
Silence stretched as she detectives waited for her to continue.
“It’s been longer than just these last few days. He had trouble sleeping and occasionally would go out for long drives. So I assumed that…” She couldn’t hold it together any longer and buried her face in her hands.
Neither officer consoled her, but they gave her all the time she needed to pull herself together.
When she at last quieted down, Delaney asked, “What did you assume?”
“That he was seeing
Ming watched as tears slid down the widow’s face. She couldn’t help but imagine how distraught she would be if anything ever happened to Conan. But she did know what she would do if he ever cheated on her.
“Did you believe him?” Tyrese pressed.
Trisha hesitated.
Ming read that she was weighing whether to tell the truth or let sleeping dogs lie. “Let’s just say that he didn’t end it. Do you think this woman might want to cause him harm?” An awkward laugh burst from her chest. “Why? Ambrose is harmless.” Ming and Tyrese didn’t answer. “What?” Trisha asked. “You know something I don’t?” “We’ll ask the question.” Ming knew by the way the woman’s body jerked that she’d inadvertently ruffled Trisha’s feathers. Simmons took the reins. “Where was your husband going this morning, Mrs. Turner?” “To work.” “Does he always to work with a packed suitcase and an airline ticket to Brazil?” Trisha blinked. “His flight was at ten o’clock this morning.” Ming added gently. “He wasn’t on his way to work.” The widow’s tears dried instantly as her shoulders drooped. “That bastard.” Ming leaned forward. “Can you still not think of anyone who might want to harm your husband?” “He was probably with her that night,” Trisha said, as if she hadn’t heard Delaney. “With whom?” Tyrese and Ming asked in unison.
“I should have left him a long time ago,” Trisha rambled. “But he was such a good provider. I’ve been out of the work force for over twenty years, and what would all my friends think if I couldn’t hold my marriage together?”
Ming frowned and was momentarily thrown for a loop by such a Dark Ages comment. “Let’s slow down, Mrs. Turner. What night was he with someone else?”
Trisha crossed her arms. Anger radiated from her. “Friday night,” she said in a sharp clipped tone. “I heard him leave the house around midnight. He was only gone for a couple of hours. He probably thought I wouldn’t wake up.”
Dr. Bancroft was murdered early Saturday morning. Ming glanced over at her partner to see if the same suspicion had crept into his thoughts. “What time did he return home?” “Three o’clock. I remember because I read the clock on the nightstand. Tyrese reached inside his jacket for his small notepad. “But you suspect that he was with his mistress?” “Most likely.” Trisha’s lower lip trembled, a sign that a barrel still raged inside of her. “Do you know who she is or where we might be able to find her?”
“A few years ago, I hired a private detective to follow him around. I thought if my suspicions were correct, that I could leave him with a clear conscience. But I never did.”
Delaney and Simmons waited patiently.
“I have a file on the affair at home if you want to see it.” Trisha blew her nose and struggled to pull herself together. “Do I know who she is? How can a woman ever forget the name of the whore who’s made a mockery of her marriage?” Ming fought the urge to comfort the distraught woman, but she encouraged her to take her time. Trisha nodded, gathered herself, then finally responded. “Her name is Michelle…Michelle Andrews.”
Chapter 21
Despite it being a convenient way to avoid William, Josie grew restless from lying in bed. She needed to come up with a plan. She couldn’t just let Michelle still her life. She sat up and watched the fading sunlight slide through the blinds.
How on Earth had she allowed someone to do this to her? Just as quickly, she realized that she had allowed anything.
As the soft rap on the door, she turned to see William ease into the room. It magnetic eyes captured her attention, but when he smiled his lips triggered a memory—one when she and William lay naked in front of fireplace while his lips kissed every inch of her body.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, bursting her memory bubble.
Josie glanced away. “Better.”
The room was filled with too many atoms or something because it was suddenly hard to breathe and even more difficult to keep her eyes averted.
“Well, I thought you might want to get out of the house. Stretch your legs for a while.”
She perked up at the possibility. “You mean I can actually be a part of the world again?”
He clapped and rubbed his hands together, and his dimpled cheeks made an appearance. “I think you deserved it. Fresh air along with my company. You’re lucky girl.”
Josie laughed and got up from the bed. “ Nothing is going to attack us out there, is it?”
William touched the fading scratches on his face. “ Just the occasional tree branch.” He chuckled. “ We are nestled against a national park. Generally, there’s no campers out here this time a year, so the most will run up against our deer.”
“Then I’m game.”
The moment Josie stepped out the front door and into the cool breeze of autumn her spirits lifted to wondrous new heights. The cast of the fading sun and the winds gentle caress welcome her back to the land of the living.
“It’s beautiful out here,” she commented as he gave started around the world blanketed with red and gold leaves.
“Yeah, it’s nice.” He let the way across the long wooden porch, then helped her down the small stairs that
