Love and Demise

Chapter 3

Detective Carmichael

"May we come in," I asked. She wiped her nose across her arm and led us into the home stopping at a table with suitcases piled next to it.

"Are you going somewhere?" I questioned.
She looked at the bags then at me "No." walking to the kitchen she called over her shoulder, "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Water for all of us please," when she returned she had the three glasses of water and what I swear was vodka on a tray. She served the drinks and I watched as she took two big gulps from her glass and sat down at the table.

"When?" She asked.

"Excuse me?"

"When was he found dead?" she clarified.

"We won't know until the autopsy report for certain, but we're putting the time of death between 9-12."

"I was at my lawyers." I quirked a brow at her.

"I'm the main suspect aren't I?" She questioned.

"What's the name of the lawyer?"

"Mr. Jenson from Erlich associates."

The two cops looked at each other. The one on the right officer Kanks spoke up. "He's a well known divorce lawyer."

Mrs. Jackson rolled her eyes "Yes my husband and I were getting a divorce" I looked back at the bags that sat  by the table.

"I packed up a few of his things," she said taking another gulp of her drink.
"Are we done for now, I'm tired I'm shocked I'm scared and I'm going to have to call our family to tell everyone about this. "

I looked at the officers and got up out of my chair. "We'll stop by tomorrow" I said. She nodded leading us to the door. Once the door was shut behind us we made our way down to our cars.

"Something feels off about her" officer Bell said tapping his finger to his head.

"I think she did it" officer Kanks joined in.

"You two check out her alibi I'll see you tomorrow," I got in my car driving home
I replayed the conversation we had with Mrs. Jackson she hadn't asked where we found the body.

I sat at my desk in the precinct when officer Bell sauntered in a look of annoyance on his face.

"Doesn't seem like you have good news for me."

Bell plopped down in the seat across from me. "Her alibi checks out. I really feel like it's her though."

"Although your gut has some outstanding abilities," I cut my eyes at his stomach that was straining against his shirt. "It's not proof. Find me something that'll prove otherwise."

He pushed himself up from the chair and I watched as he made his way to the lounge, probably to find something else to snack on. I chuckled and continued to look through the life of Joseph Jackson. Nothing was jumping out at me and I decided that this would be a good time to pay Mrs. Jackson my next visit. "Kanks!" I called snapping him out of whatever reverie he was in. "Come on we're going to the Jackson's."

I was again in Mrs. Jackson's home. The first time I was here it felt lively and lived in. Now it was cold and silent. The bags still sat by the table, but now boxes were also piled up. I could see decor of all likes stuffed away. I caught sight of a sign that said 'happy home' jutting out of one of the boxes.

"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice," I said.

"Well I'm not going anywhere," she walked over to the living area sitting on the recliner. Kanks and I situated ourselves on the settee.

"Of course not," Kanks replied eyeing Mrs. Jackson. She was dressed in a nightgown seemingly the same one we saw her in yesterday. She looked tired, annoyed and a bit relieved.

I smiled at her trying to ease away any feelings of mistrust. "Mrs. Jackson do you know anyone who would want to hurt your husband?"

"Aside from me, no," she guffawed.

Kanks glanced at me as I continued my line of questioning. "Is there anyone who would want to hurt you?"

"Me?"

"Yes, maybe they were using Joseph to get to you." Her eyes seemed to shift before she shook her head saying she had no idea.

"Is there anything your husband mentioned that might have raised alarms?"

"Listen here. I know you guys are doing your jobs, but I know absolutely nothing. That man and I hadn't had a real conversation in months. I wouldn't even know what his favorite coffee shop is." She got up from her seat, her chest rising rapidly as she tried to calm herself down.

"I understand," I said tapping Kanks knee as a sign to leave. Rising we left the living area and walked to the door. Before leaving I made one last request, "If you happen to remember anything give us a call." I fished out my business card from my blazer and handed it to her.

"Sure, have a good day," she shuffled us out of the house closing the door as soon as we walked over the threshold.

"She is one interesting lady," Kanks whistled out. "I can't really put a finger on her."

"She's hurt," I whispered under my breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, let's get back to the precinct."

A/N
How are we liking the detective?