I Didn't kill My Husband

If only the dead could talk

Micheals

"If only the dead could talk," I whispered to myself. Murder cases like this could easily be solved. I mean, I'd just walk over to Hans' corpse and be like, Hey Hans, who killed ya. This funny thought made me smile.

Logan gently walked into the investigation room. He noticed my smile and drew his eyebrows together in curiosity. "What's so funny detective?" he asked with a smile on his face, whilst he took his seat. "Umm...it's nothing," I answered. He nodded his head and squinted his eyes in disbelief, before he started humming a Katy Perry song.

There we were, two detectives, Micheals and Logan, trying to uncover the mysterious case of Hans' death. "Are we even sure that any of these people is the murderer?" Logan asked, colored by uncertainty. "All his family and household members keep saying they were in different rooms with their alibi roommates when Victoria screamed," Logan added. I stood up. "Rodrigo Cristobal wasn't in the house." I reminded Logan. "He said he heard her scream immediately he came into his house from the wedding's late night after-party."

"We need to question them some more."

Logan agreed with me. I walked out the interrogation room and went back to the waiting room.

Everyone in the room was still immersed in sadness and fear as all eyes threw their stare at me. "So...that was our first round. You all need to come in again for the second round," I said. I stood quietly, waiting for responses but unexpectedly, silence continued it's reigning. Except for Gaines and Hensler who whispered something about a Lawyer to each other.

"Okay Miss Victoria, Kindly follow me," I gestured her to trail after me.

Victoria, who was sitting close to Kemi, slowly upstood. She adjusted her hair behind her ears and made her way through the Cristobal family. She stood in front of me and looked into my eyes. Her eyes, from crying, were redder than before exposing a terrified damsel in distress. "Let's go," she whispered in a quivering voice. I led her through the hallways and into the interrogation room.

We both had our seats.

"How long were you in the bathroom?" I asked. "Maybe eight minutes," she answered, her gaze perfunctorily fixed on the table. "Did you hear any struggling from Hans while you were in the bathroom for those eight minutes? -That is before his last scream," Logan asked. She looked up to to the ceiling and made a reminiscing face. "No, i didn't," she answered.

I knew that one of the most difficult things to do is to wake a sleeping drunk man back to his senses.

"So how exactly did Hans get on the floor?" I asked. Normally, a killer would have stabbed him right there on the bed. The only way Hans' could've left that bed was If he wasn't asleep and struggled with the killer, -and Victoria over here says she didn't hear so much as a squeak before Hans' last cry. Or did the killer lift the sleeping drunk man off his million-dollar bed, then kill him on the floor?

"I don't know?" Victoria answered with her gaze digging into mine. "The position we met Hans when we entered your bedroom is like he was stabbed while standing then falling to the ground," I said. The police had traced Hans' corpse frame on the floor.

Victoria face contorted in horrid confusion as an energy of silence befell the room.

"We're you happy to get married to Hans?" I asked, softly. "Yeah. Yes, I loved Hans," She answered. I didn't believe her, for her answer didn't match her facial expression on the television, last night of thier wedding. "By the way, I was in the shower, the door was closed, I was singing and the shower itself was really noisy. I believe this is enough to shut out external sounds from the bedroom," Tori explained.