“You didn’t bring it down on her head.”
“Okay, so her husband then,” he said. “How will that make her feel any better, considering her husband is dead?”
“Well, hopefully we’ll end up with some answers about her husband’s death because of this.”
He shook his head. “Those answers wouldn’t come anytime soon, and it’ll just cause her a lot more torment.”
“The end result unfortunately in this case,” she said, “justifies the means.” But she wouldn’t say any more.
He glared at her, which was useless. If there was one thing she would be solid about, it was defending the truth and the integrity of the case, until she could tell him something.
“Fine,” Simon said, looking down at his watch. “Let’s do it now.” Then he got up and led the way out of the restaurant, not giving her a chance to argue.
Chapter 7
Kate knew Simonwas upset with her, but she really had no other option. She just needed to make sure they didn’t waste their time looking at the wife. Wives were statistically a lot less likely to be a murderer as compared to husbands murdering their wives. But she couldn’t take that chance right now because encouraging a suicide, something manipulative like this, could be done by all kinds of people.
By the time they got to the property, Kate looked around the area and saw that it was not a high-end place by any means, but it was a good solid family housing area and would have served David and Louisa well, if they had grown their family.
When Simon knocked on the door, and Louisa opened it in surprise, another woman stood there, with her arm on Louisa’s shoulder. Louisa looked back at her friend and said, “This is Simon.”
Simon nodded. “I think I’ve met you before,” he said, with a frown. He appeared to think for a moment and then said, “Helen, is it?”
“Helena,” she said, with a hand out, shaking his. “I’ve been friends with Louisa for a long time,” she admitted. “Since grade school,” she said, looking over at Louisa, who smiled and nodded.
“Yes, that’s correct.” She faced Simon and Kate. “What’s the matter? Why are you back again?” Her gaze narrowed, and she said, “I don’t think I know who you are.”
“Detective Kate Morgan,” she said, holding out her badge. “I’m investigating your husband’s death.”
The woman looked at her in shock. “Police?” she said, then looked at Simon.
“I told you that I was taking David’s things to the police,” he said.
“Yes, yes, of course,” she said, with a shake of her head. She glanced around at the neighborhood and said, “Please, come in.”
As they stepped inside, Simon explained further. “Kate just needs to ask you some questions.”
“Oh,” Louisa said, staring at Kate in horror. “You know that I already spoke to an officer, right?”
“Yes. I promise it won’t take long.”
“Everybody says that, don’t they?” Helena said.
“I don’t know,” Kate said, “but, in my world, questions are one of the basic elements of getting to the truth.”
“Well, I don’t have anything to hide,” Louisa said, still staring at Kate, obviously perturbed.
“Good,” she said, “maybe Helena could give us a few minutes, and we could just go over them.”
“No, no,” Louisa said, immediately reaching out a hand for her friend.
Kate studied her friend and saw Helena’s hand instinctively take Louisa’s. “That’s fine,” she said. “Most of the questions are pretty general.” She pulled out her notebook.
“Oh, come on in,” Louisa said. “I’m sorry. We don’t need to stand in the hallway here. Let’s go into the kitchen. I’ll put on some coffee.”
Realizing the woman needed something to do to keep busy, Kate followed Simon, who followed Helena.
As they stepped into the kitchen, Helena glared at Simon. “Why did you have to bring the police in on this?” she snapped quietly.