The chair leg snapped as it crashed down on the carpeted floor. A blur was Tom as he dashed frantically up the circular staircase and into the bedroom.
"Vi! Vi!" He shouted. Tom threw open the door to find Vi upright, her face pale and ghost-like.
"Whats going on here?"
"N-nightm-mare." She simply whispered the words.
"Come downstairs. We will cure your mind of this with breakfast. Try to focus on the day, darling, it will soon vanish from your brain. There is someone here who would like to talk to us, Vi. He is the detective I hired yesterday, after the party. He'll know what to do." And the Tom let Vi lean on his shoulder as the two walked down to the table.
The doctor was waiting for them. In that whole time he had still tossed the little metal ball back and forth. His wide eyes widened when he saw that Tom had brought a woman from upstairs.
"I assume this is your wife, Mr. Lauren?"
"Soon to be, yes. Our pre-wedding party was yesterday, the night that that man was killed."
"I see..." Sigan looked around the room, almost judging it. "And I assume you had no part to play in this murder?" Toms face looked like he had switched places with Errol.
"Me! Me! By God man what do you think your saying? Me?"
"Just...making sure, Mr. Lauren. You never know, sometimes the most inconspicuous are the conspicuous. Anyhow, I will start questioning today. If you want this found in the shortest amount of time, I think we should begin." He paused. "Lets start with you two."
