The Waterfall of Broken Dreams.

Seventh (10)

-Today is August 16th 2018, it is 10:38 and we will begin with the statement of Elizabeth Morgan, you can introduce yourself and tell us your age and relationship with the victim please-

-My name is Elizabeth Morgan...-

-Looking at the camera, please- I point to the device over my left shoulder.

-I am 40 years old and I am the widow of Nick Morgan-

-When was the last time you saw your husband alive? - I look at the notes in our file.

-I saw him on June 27th when he was getting ready to go to work- she moved her hair out of the way on a ponytail.

-What time was that? - I take note of his words.

-At approximately 8 in the morning...sorry I don't understand what are we doing here, the police already took my statement from me when they went to notify me of the death of my husband...-

-We know that, but in order to build a good case against your husband's murderer we have to have all the facts clear, it is good that the statements are recorded in case at any time the jury needs to see them as evidence, don't worry, these are formalities so as not to run the risk of the statement changing and this influencing the investigation, you just have to say if you think that you require a lawyer here and we'll call one for you, but it's just a routine statement, I don't think you'll need a lawyer, right?-

-Of course not, let's continue then- she smiles and settles in the chair, one leg over the other keeping her scrupulous eyes on every detail of my attire.

-Do you know of someone who would like to hurt their husband?-

-I really don't know, as I already told the previous officer- she clarifies with a hint of annoyance in his voice- Nick was very patient with people, he worked in customer service at a car dealership all day, so he didn't knew if he had enemies or not, we didn't talk about work when we were at home-I nod.

-Perfect- Dylan intervenes- How was the relationship between you two?-

-Well we weren't perfect, we had our arguments but we resolved our differences- she shrugs, downplaying the situation.

-Have you ever heard the name of Thomas Wester?-

-No, who is he? - She asks.

-According to the phone records of your husband's cell phone, Thomas Wester and your husband were lovers- she furiously clenches her fists, rising from her chair, hitting her hands on the metal table that separates us.

- How dare you say such barbarities about my husband? – Serenely I took a sheet of the evidence folder and placed it in front of her eyes.

-These are the conversations between the two victims that our digital forensic analysis team managed to recover from your husband's phone, some are explicit messages and others not so much but they profess an eternal love between the two of them, don't you think?-

-Then it was true...- she growls between teeth as she takes the sheets of papers to read them. She drastically changes her gaze letting us see the true self of this woman, aggressive and dangerous.

-Giving your attitude I assume you already knew about it- I crossed my arms accommodating my anatomy on the chair with my gaze fixed on those empty eyes that were hiding behind the façade of grieving widow.

-I suspected it actually- Elizabeth takes a seat back in her place-Not really until the date he disappeared-

-What made you change your mind, Mrs. Morgan? - I make more observations in my notebook.