Arresting Love (A Sequel to 'A Bite of Candy Apple' ; Sam's Forbidden Love)

Chapter Eleven: Sham

Chapter Eleven:

As Sam walked into the jail, she felt apprehensive; she had some very serious questions for her father. And she knew her father; he would balk at answering them. He was a strict and personal man, cold and unfeeling.

As she walked through to sit in a chair across from him, she took in a fortifying breath. Jack was in the next room. Before they came to the jail he asked her to see if she could get any information out of her father who may lead to the real killer.

“Dad, I came here, because mom needs to have a funeral. I realize with you being incarcerated; you may want me to wait…”

“No, your mother is gone, Sam. Just make the arrangements,” he sighed.

Sam stared at her father and asked, “Did you ever love mom, dad? Did you ever feel like we were a family or were we just a trophy family, a good addition to your business?”

Her father looked at her with his mouth agape, “What kind of ridiculous, nonsense questions are these? I don’t have time for this,” he muttered.

He went to stand; however, Sam stayed him by grabbing onto his shoulder. She was angry, and she was tired of being the good daughter; they groomed her to be.

“Oh, I think you have time for this. And my questions are not non-sense! I am a person, an adult, living on my own without your help, financially or emotionally. I may have made mistakes in my past, but if you had been there as a father should be, I wouldn’t have been taken in by a maniac, and my mother might still be alive. Now SIT DOWN!”

Her father sat slowly into his chair and remained quiet, he had never seen his daughter act in such a manner.

Sam quivered inside; she had just yelled at her father.

“Now, I have some questions for you, and you are going to answer them without the sarcasm. Mom is dead I need to know if you had plans laid out for such an event?”

“We never thought either of us would die so young, so no, we had no plans arranged.”

“Fine, I will call around and see what arrangements can be made. Secondly, was mom having an affair? Her cell phone records have come back, and she was receiving calls from a blocked number. What can you tell me about mom while I was gone, and before she died?”

Her father looked to be undecided whether or not he should have this conversation with his only child.

“I never wanted you to think badly of your mother Sam, when we were young we loved each other. After we married and you were born, we started to slip away from that love. She was young, and I was busy building the company. As the years passed your mother wanted more excitement, more adventure. I explained to her that you were young and needed her. So she raised you while I worked. More time would pass and I notice her excessive absences, and her excuses. When you left for college, it became worse. She was always gone and acting strange. I hired a private investigator to follow her; however, your mother was killed before I could get any feedback. Since then I have been unable to make contact with him.”

“Have you told the police, dad?”

“Of course not, we do have our reputations to think of!”

That was the last straw, “Oh for fuck sake, dad! Our reputations, are you kidding me? We have no reputations other than my mother; your wife was brutally murdered by you! Whether or not that is true, everyone thinks it. Are you seriously staying in here to protect some archaic notion that we live in eighteenth-century England? Because let me enlighten you to the fact that if you are convicted, they will put a needle in your goddamn arm, and then I will have no one!”