Love and Demise

Chapter 6

Janice.

"Yes I know who she is." I scowled at the picture Detective Carmichael had placed on the table. "Her name is Bethany and she worked with Joseph"

"Mrs. Jackson I'm sorry to bring this up, but we believe your husband was"

"Fucking her?Yes I know." I took another sip of my cognac.

Detective Carmichael looked at me clearly uncomfortable. "There was a reason I was divorcing him, maybe you should ask that floosy what happened to him."

"Of course we will be talking to her," she said putting the picture back into her. "This might be hard for you to hear, but your husband was transferring money to two different accounts." She pulled out a sheet of paper with two routing numbers. "This one," she pointed to the first "belongs to Bethany Sanchez."

I scoffed. Of course it did. Not only was the man fucking her; but he was paying her like a common whore. Detective Carmichael pointed at the next number "However, this one we haven't been able to locate. Does this number look familiar?"

I leant over the table my eyes roaming over the number. "No, but who really knows routing numbers."

"Well, while you're cleaning out the place if you happen to find anything that might warrant extra attention just let us know."

"Of course Detective." I walked her to the door and watched as she exited, as she was about to get in her car I called out to her. "Oh and Detective I would appreciate if you would stop calling Joseph my husband." She looked back and nodded then continued to her car. I shut the door and sat back at the table. I gripped my glass feeling the condensation coat my hands. I tipped the glass to my mouth grimacing when the water downed drink hit my throat. Why did I put ice in this thing anyway.

Gulping down the rest I made my way upstairs. I sat in the middle of my bed looking at the pamphlets and print outs I had scattered across it. Planning a funeral was exhausting and costly. The man died and didn't even leave enough money to have a decent funeral. He had money hidden in so many places that it could take me years to unravel it. I looked back at the sheets of paper, why the hell should I be doing this. I opened the contacts of my phone and scrolled down to Bethany's name.

I remember when I took her number. It was the first time we met at one of Joseph's work events. Joseph had nagged me in the car, telling me how I was too introverted and needed to get out more. How my timidness could come off as stuck up. I wanted to ask him who cared if he knew how I truly was. But I kept quiet and nodded; he was the breadwinner and this was his job. I'd do what I needed.

Entering the venue I had spotted Bethany right away. She had a big smile on ber face, her curled effortlessly. She was bouncing around from table to table with a cocktail in her hand,an exemplification of extroversion. I thought she would be my ticket to making this out in good standing. With her personality she could lead the conversation and also introduce me to others.

To my great pleasure my plan had worked. Before leaving I took her number, pleased to have someone to converse with in this new city. When we were leaving and I told Joseph how much fun I had with her;he had shrugged mumbling about her being flighty and a bit overbearing. I didn't want to make his work life uncomfortable so I forgot about her and chose to find other people to become close to. Later at other events I started to notice the not so subtle looks between them. And a change in charge in the atmosphere when they were close together.

Maybe I should have kept in contact, maybe things would have turned out differently. Or maybe they would have turned out worst.

I clicked her name then the message icon. I typed in my message and hit send.