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"Criminal Files: The Mannings" by jadeoshow

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Category: Book Chapter

Tags: Murder, Crime, Fiction, Funny, Humor

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Just returned with four different statements and no new evidence. When he informed Eaves of this, he was handed four laptops. “Take these to McLear and Amy,” Eaves told him. “There are two desktops, too.”

“They still at work?” Just asked.

“I asked them to stay.” Twenty minutes later, Just arrived at Amy’s lab. Connected to the large lab was her office, a cozy little corner with all glass walls and a full view of the lab. There was just enough room for her desk, a few full bookcases and a futon off to one side, for the all-nighters that were all-too frequent occurrences. Inside the office, Sam and Amy were both sound asleep on the upright futon. Amy snored and rolled her head onto Sam’s shoulder. Sam smiled semi-conscious, but then upon realizing Bens presence, nudged her awake. Amy leapt up, alarmed.

“I come bearing gifts,” Just told them, Handing the groggy McLear two of the laptops. “The rest is out on the table.”

“And it’s not even my birthday,” Sam told him, facetiously, marching off to get to work.

“Twelve in the AM,” Amy read off the clock on her wall. “I wish I could be surprised.”

“I didn’t know you slept,” Ben smirked.

“It’s been known to happen,” she grinning back.

“I gotta call Laura and get back to Baltimore- call if you need me,” Ben made out the door. “You kids have fun!” Amy approached Sam, picking a computer from the pile.

“Rise and shine, Sammy. We have computers to annihilate,” this received an inaudible mumble. She nudged him, and he nudged her back. She opened the evidence refrigerator and pulled two red bulls, handing one to Sam and opening one for herself. He accepted it and sipped it down. Amy watched as the ephedrine coursed through his veins, smiling and following suit. It was going to be a long night.



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Eaves walking into the bedroom to find Hanson and I on the floor. I was sitting cross-legged with a huge mass pile of paper around me. Hanson was laying on the ground next to me, his head on one of my legs like a pillow, fast asleep, a piece of paper still in his hands. I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling Eaves to not to talk. “He’s almost cute when he’s sleeping,” I whispered, careful not to move. “He’s quite, it’s nice.”

“Almost bearable,” Eaves whispered back before leaving for the living room.



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“Morning, Amy,” Eaves greeted as he strolled into the lab. She was clicking away at the computer, energy drink close at hand. He tossed it into the nearby trash can and replaced it with a hot coffee. “That crap is no good for you, Amy. It destroys brain cells.”

“Good morning, Eaves!” Amy was all smiles, even with no sleep. “And you made that up. I’m a scientist, I know.” Nevertheless, she accepted the steaming hot brew, smelling it with a pleasant smile.

“Where is McLear?”

“He is asleep in my office. I was too, but I couldn’t sleep. Not with all this evidence out here, calling my name. So much proof, so little time,” she sighed. “You are my hero, Eaves. Something tells me you haven’t slept a wink all night.”

“Something tells me you have something on the case, or I wouldn’t be here,” He said back.

“Right,” she clicked some on her computer. “McLear was taking apart the hard drives when I made him take a nap. I’ve picked up where he left off.”

“And?”

“Well, Mr. Manning was playing a lot of solitaire and the Mrs. Was an online shopaholic.”

“That’s it?” Eaves sounded disappointed.

“Yea, but it tells a story, don’cha think?”

“It tells me he liked card games and she liked designer clothes, what does it tell you?”

“Think more outside the box, Eaves!”

“It means Robbie was probably sleeping on the couch,” I said, walking into the lab at that precise moment.

“How can you tell that they were having marital problems from a computer history?”

“Solitaire equals soli-tude. Loneliness. Shopping indicates insecurity and diffidence. I saw the inside of that woman’s closet. It was bigger than my bedroom, and chock full of Prada.” I continued to explain.

“Thank you,” Amy told me, and I nodded my response. “And that was only the first two laptops. I still have the out-of-date dell desktop and all 3 Macs to strip.”

“Well, I don’t intend to keep you. Rach,” Eaves turned to me. “Your with me.” I followed him out the lab obediently, waving my goodbye to Amy. Amy looked from her purse, where all her makeup was, to McLear’s sleeping face, and back.

“It’s not even worth it,” she decided out loud. “I could never do that to you…again.” She looked off, all of a sudden reminiscent of all her practical jokes pulled in the past.

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“Cain!” Eaves called out into the empty morgue. “Cain?” at the second call, a head popped out from the office.

“Yessir?” Cain asked.

“You wanted to see me?”

“I got the murder weapon.” he paused, and thought about his last sentence. “Well, I mean, not the actual knife, but I do know what kind.”

“Knife?”

“More specifically, and X-Acto knife,” Cain moved to the exam table and extracted a thin, almost pencil-looking object from the pile. “With a standard number eleven blade, about five and three quarter inches. A common art tool for precise trimming and chiseling,” I gave him a questioning look, to which he answered: “I worked at Michael’s for a few years to pay my way through med school.”

“Good work, M r. Wilson,” Eaves turned on his heal and I followed him out.


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A few hours later, Hanson was leaning back in his desk chair, sleeping with his sunglasses and hat covering his face. I was hanging, eyes closed, over my paperwork, drowsily.

“Go home, both of you,” Eaves demanded “Get sleep, be here at noon.”

“Nope,” Hanson sat upright, as if he wasn’t snoring a few seconds ago, but rather wide awake. “I’m awake, I’m good. What do you want me to do, boss?” I sat up, too, stretching my arms above my head and yawning,  pandiculation in full effect.

“Well, if you insist-” He placed new coffee cups on either of our respective desks. “We have Justin Waterman in custody.”

“Yes!” As if the aroma of coffee wasn’t enough, to wake him, the thought of interrogation was. Hanson loved to interrogate people. “Why?”

“He was blamed of an affair with Lisa Manning. He, of course, is denying everything.”

“I’m on it!” Hanson grabbed his coffee and made to leave. “You coming, Rachel?”

“You need someone to hold your hand?” I asked, facetiously, raising an eyebrow.

“C’mon,” he ignored my frivolous comment. “I always watch you interrogate.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised and rather intrigued by this new knowledge. I stood and followed him, despite my complaints. Down in interrogation, we sat in the dark observatory behind the one-way mirror. It was a small room, enough for three or four people maximum, not including the tech man in the corner. It consisted of a few chairs and a computer setup in the back, where all the electronic aspects where controlled- lights, video, audio, mirror opacity, and numerous other things I wasn’t aware of. “What are you doing?” the tech man asked us, as Hanson and I used the table as a bench and stared through the mirror into the other room. We had been there for the better part of a half an hour, and the tech was growing restless.

“He’s watching,” I answered, simply, so Hanson wouldn’t have to. “Letting the man stew, and learning. It’s a very useful tactic.”



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“What do you know, Jack?” Eaves asked, appearing in the cold lab once again.

“You will like it,” Hopewell promised, removing his soiled gloves and putting on clean ones.

“I don’t like anything about murder.”

“You like catching the bad guys. I like facts. It’s the epitome of a win-win relationship.”

“Except the victim,” Eaves reminded. As if the cold body in front of him wasn’t enough. “What facts do you have for me?” Hopewell proceeded to remove the pall from the body, revealing the small frame of Lisa Manning.

“The body is the most peculiar thing,” the doctor commented, the fascinated scientist getting the better of him. “I deal with death everyday and I’m still learning. Knowledge is gold, Christopher, you mark that. I’ve got two words for you: Livor Mortis.”

“In layman’s terms?”

“It quite literally means ‘death color.’ See, during decomp, blood in the body seeps down, through the tissue and settles. The hemoglobin turns purple when it splits from the cell, and pools under the-”

“-Doctor!” Eaves cut the biology lesson short. “The point, please?”

“Right. Anyways, this occurrence tells me a lot, because as I was saying, the purple pools under the skin and tells me what position the body was in.”

“And?”

“The crime scene showed the body pinned up, in an upright, standing more or less, position. But look here,” the doctor pointed to the woman’s feet. “Blood drains down; we can thank gravity for that. So if she was killed upright like we found her, her finger tips and feet would have a purple tinge.”

“They don’t look purple to me,” Eaves concluded, still not understanding the point of this lecture.

“Well, they are a little, but look here,” He indicated to her back, moving his finger in a line along her backside. “Purple.”

“She was killed laying down,” Eaves stated.

“Livitity begins two hours after death, so about two hours, give or take, after she died, she was pinned to the door,” the Doc replaced the shroud.

“So she was killed, laid down for the a few hours, and then crucified?” Eaves was talking to himself, and Hopewell didn’t bother trying to answer. After a moment of reflection, Eaves left, rather abruptly. “Thanks, Jack.”



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Amy was alone in the lab again when Eaves returned. “Amy, what do you have for me?” He held out a Redbull, but Amy just pointed to the can already by her computer.

“McLear already hooked me up,” She explained, apologetically. Eaves picked up McLear’s cup and tossed it into the trash bin, setting his in its place.

“Well that’s mature,” Sam commented as he entered the lab. Amy just smiled, enjoying this back and forth.

“Whaddugot, McLear?”

“A Whole lot of RAM to sort through.”

“How long?”

“I’ll call you, boss,” and with those words, Eaves left, giving Amy a pat on the head. Sam pulled a cup of coffee from behind his back. Amy picked up the redbull, and chugged the whole thing, setting it down. Sam used the coffee cup to crush the now empty can, knocking it into the bin. “I win,” He grinned, childishly, setting the coffee in its place.

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After another fifteen minutes of sitting and stewing and staring, Hanson burst through the door into the actually interrogation room, making Justin Waterman jump. I nodded to the tech man, who flipped a button. The cameras turned on and the audio filled the observatory from the other side of the mirror. Hanson sat down on the opposite side of the steel table than Waterman, placing a water bottle in between them. “Mr. Waterman,” Hanson began, in a no-nonsense tone that made me shiver, despite the soundproof wall between us. Waterman was a big guy, rounder with thick head of long curls and a scratchy beard. He was rubbing his hands together nervously, and the harsh lights illuminated the sweat on his brow.

“Look, I told you.” The burly mans voice was confident and rather brusque, but his body language and minute mannerisms told another story. “I wasn’t having an affair with Lisa. I don’t even see her, let alone…” he trailed off.

“Ok,” Hanson said, understanding. This sudden accepting approach caught Waterman off guard. “Had you?” So much for the sympathetic approach.

“What?”

“You weren’t sleeping. That I get. Had you slept?”

“What part of was not don’t you get?”

“The past-tense part,” when this smart comment didn’t get a reply, he spoke up again. “Lisa, man, she was hot. I would even try to hide it if I had slept with her.” It’s a good thing it was a one-way mirror, because that last remark earned a bemused face from me. “That is one hell of a conquest. So you must be being honest.”

“Well, then I must be telling the truth,” Waterman repeated, following Hanson’s line of reasoning.

“What?” Hanson said, his relaxed complexion shifting abruptly to one of indictment.

“What?” Waterman looked worried.

“Well I just said that. Why would you repeat what I just said?”

“Because…because you said it!”

“But why would you do that? It’s totally anti-climactical.” Hanson feigned annoyance. I recognized his approach immediately. Typical Hanson. “Unless…unless…”

“Unless what? I was only trying to emphasis my innocence. You got the wrong guy, I was just-” His frustration was just what Hanson was aiming for.

“So what? You had a little fling with a married woman. Its adultery, its not breaking any laws. I mean, sure, it’s morally wrong and you will probably burn in hell, but I can’t lock you up for it. Double murder, on the other hand? That’s a life sentence offence.”

“Wha-” Waterman began, but Hanson didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“You know what?” Hanson stood, putting a card on the table. “I’m done here. Call me if any memories pop up, they still give you that one call, right? Meanwhile, I’m going to prove that you had an affair with Lisa Manning, and then I’m going to attest that you killed her and her husband. If you could just open,” He pulled out a Q-tip. Waterman opened his mouth to protest, but Hanson was quick, swabbing the inside of the man’s cheek and bagging the Q-tip. “If you don’t call, don’t worry, I’m not the impatient type; I’ll can wait and see you on your court date.” And with those final threatening words, Hanson made for the door.

“Okay, Okay,” Waterman burst. “One time, I came over to borrow some tools from rob. I didn’t know she would be there, but we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and...But she wasn’t married yet! And it never happened again.”

“Did Rob know?” Hanson asked, only faint traces of impatience in his face, taking his seat again.




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1. Just returned with four different statements and no new evidence. When he informed Eaves of this, he was handed four laptops. “Take these to McLear and Amy,” Eaves told him. “There are two desktops, too.”

2. “They still at work?” Just asked.

3. “I asked them to stay.” Twenty minutes later, Just arrived at Amy’s lab. Connected to the large lab was her office, a cozy little corner with all glass walls and a full view of the lab. There was just enough room for her desk, a few full bookcases and a futon off to one side, for the all-nighters that were all-too frequent occurrences. Inside the office, Sam and Amy were both sound asleep on the upright futon. Amy snored and rolled her head onto Sam’s shoulder. Sam smiled semi-conscious, but then upon realizing Bens presence, nudged her awake. Amy leapt up, alarmed.

4. “I come bearing gifts,” Just told them, Handing the groggy McLear two of the laptops. “The rest is out on the table.”

5. “And it’s not even my birthday,” Sam told him, facetiously, marching off to get to work.

6. “Twelve in the AM,” Amy read off the clock on her wall. “I wish I could be surprised.”

7. “I didn’t know you slept,” Ben smirked.

8. “It’s been known to happen,” she grinning back.

9. “I gotta call Laura and get back to Baltimore- call if you need me,” Ben made out the door. “You kids have fun!” Amy approached Sam, picking a computer from the pile.

10. “Rise and shine, Sammy. We have computers to annihilate,” this received an inaudible mumble. She nudged him, and he nudged her back. She opened the evidence refrigerator and pulled two red bulls, handing one to Sam and opening one for herself. He accepted it and sipped it down. Amy watched as the ephedrine coursed through his veins, smiling and following suit. It was going to be a long night.

11.

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14. Eaves walking into the bedroom to find Hanson and I on the floor. I was sitting cross-legged with a huge mass pile of paper around me. Hanson was laying on the ground next to me, his head on one of my legs like a pillow, fast asleep, a piece of paper still in his hands. I pressed a finger to my lips, signaling Eaves to not to talk. “He’s almost cute when he’s sleeping,” I whispered, careful not to move. “He’s quite, it’s nice.”

15. “Almost bearable,” Eaves whispered back before leaving for the living room.

16.

17.

18. *******************************************************

19. “Morning, Amy,” Eaves greeted as he strolled into the lab. She was clicking away at the computer, energy drink close at hand. He tossed it into the nearby trash can and replaced it with a hot coffee. “That crap is no good for you, Amy. It destroys brain cells.”

20. “Good morning, Eaves!” Amy was all smiles, even with no sleep. “And you made that up. I’m a scientist, I know.” Nevertheless, she accepted the steaming hot brew, smelling it with a pleasant smile.

21. “Where is McLear?”

22. “He is asleep in my office. I was too, but I couldn’t sleep. Not with all this evidence out here, calling my name. So much proof, so little time,” she sighed. “You are my hero, Eaves. Something tells me you haven’t slept a wink all night.”

23. “Something tells me you have something on the case, or I wouldn’t be here,” He said back.

24. “Right,” she clicked some on her computer. “McLear was taking apart the hard drives when I made him take a nap. I’ve picked up where he left off.”

25. “And?”

26. “Well, Mr. Manning was playing a lot of solitaire and the Mrs. Was an online shopaholic.”

27. “That’s it?” Eaves sounded disappointed.

28. “Yea, but it tells a story, don’cha think?”

29. “It tells me he liked card games and she liked designer clothes, what does it tell you?”

30. “Think more outside the box, Eaves!”

31. “It means Robbie was probably sleeping on the couch,” I said, walking into the lab at that precise moment.

32. “How can you tell that they were having marital problems from a computer history?”

33. “Solitaire equals soli-tude. Loneliness. Shopping indicates insecurity and diffidence. I saw the inside of that woman’s closet. It was bigger than my bedroom, and chock full of Prada.” I continued to explain.

34. “Thank you,” Amy told me, and I nodded my response. “And that was only the first two laptops. I still have the out-of-date dell desktop and all 3 Macs to strip.”

35. “Well, I don’t intend to keep you. Rach,” Eaves turned to me. “Your with me.” I followed him out the lab obediently, waving my goodbye to Amy. Amy looked from her purse, where all her makeup was, to McLear’s sleeping face, and back.

36. “It’s not even worth it,” she decided out loud. “I could never do that to you…again.” She looked off, all of a sudden reminiscent of all her practical jokes pulled in the past.

37. *******************************************************

38.

39.

40. “Cain!” Eaves called out into the empty morgue. “Cain?” at the second call, a head popped out from the office.

41. “Yessir?” Cain asked.

42. “You wanted to see me?”

43. “I got the murder weapon.” he paused, and thought about his last sentence. “Well, I mean, not the actual knife, but I do know what kind.”

44. “Knife?”

45. “More specifically, and X-Acto knife,” Cain moved to the exam table and extracted a thin, almost pencil-looking object from the pile. “With a standard number eleven blade, about five and three quarter inches. A common art tool for precise trimming and chiseling,” I gave him a questioning look, to which he answered: “I worked at Michael’s for a few years to pay my way through med school.”

46. “Good work, M r. Wilson,” Eaves turned on his heal and I followed him out.

47.

48. *******************************************************

49. A few hours later, Hanson was leaning back in his desk chair, sleeping with his sunglasses and hat covering his face. I was hanging, eyes closed, over my paperwork, drowsily.

50. “Go home, both of you,” Eaves demanded “Get sleep, be here at noon.”

51. “Nope,” Hanson sat upright, as if he wasn’t snoring a few seconds ago, but rather wide awake. “I’m awake, I’m good. What do you want me to do, boss?” I sat up, too, stretching my arms above my head and yawning,  pandiculation in full effect.

52. “Well, if you insist-” He placed new coffee cups on either of our respective desks. “We have Justin Waterman in custody.”

53. “Yes!” As if the aroma of coffee wasn’t enough, to wake him, the thought of interrogation was. Hanson loved to interrogate people. “Why?”

54. “He was blamed of an affair with Lisa Manning. He, of course, is denying everything.”

55. “I’m on it!” Hanson grabbed his coffee and made to leave. “You coming, Rachel?”

56. “You need someone to hold your hand?” I asked, facetiously, raising an eyebrow.

57. “C’mon,” he ignored my frivolous comment. “I always watch you interrogate.”

58. “Really?” I asked, surprised and rather intrigued by this new knowledge. I stood and followed him, despite my complaints. Down in interrogation, we sat in the dark observatory behind the one-way mirror. It was a small room, enough for three or four people maximum, not including the tech man in the corner. It consisted of a few chairs and a computer setup in the back, where all the electronic aspects where controlled- lights, video, audio, mirror opacity, and numerous other things I wasn’t aware of. “What are you doing?” the tech man asked us, as Hanson and I used the table as a bench and stared through the mirror into the other room. We had been there for the better part of a half an hour, and the tech was growing restless.

59. “He’s watching,” I answered, simply, so Hanson wouldn’t have to. “Letting the man stew, and learning. It’s a very useful tactic.”

60.

61.

62. *******************************************************

63. “What do you know, Jack?” Eaves asked, appearing in the cold lab once again.

64. “You will like it,” Hopewell promised, removing his soiled gloves and putting on clean ones.

65. “I don’t like anything about murder.”

66. “You like catching the bad guys. I like facts. It’s the epitome of a win-win relationship.”

67. “Except the victim,” Eaves reminded. As if the cold body in front of him wasn’t enough. “What facts do you have for me?” Hopewell proceeded to remove the pall from the body, revealing the small frame of Lisa Manning.

68. “The body is the most peculiar thing,” the doctor commented, the fascinated scientist getting the better of him. “I deal with death everyday and I’m still learning. Knowledge is gold, Christopher, you mark that. I’ve got two words for you: Livor Mortis.”

69. “In layman’s terms?”

70. “It quite literally means ‘death color.’ See, during decomp, blood in the body seeps down, through the tissue and settles. The hemoglobin turns purple when it splits from the cell, and pools under the-”

71. “-Doctor!” Eaves cut the biology lesson short. “The point, please?”

72. “Right. Anyways, this occurrence tells me a lot, because as I was saying, the purple pools under the skin and tells me what position the body was in.”

73. “And?”

74. “The crime scene showed the body pinned up, in an upright, standing more or less, position. But look here,” the doctor pointed to the woman’s feet. “Blood drains down; we can thank gravity for that. So if she was killed upright like we found her, her finger tips and feet would have a purple tinge.”

75. “They don’t look purple to me,” Eaves concluded, still not understanding the point of this lecture.

76. “Well, they are a little, but look here,” He indicated to her back, moving his finger in a line along her backside. “Purple.”

77. “She was killed laying down,” Eaves stated.

78. “Livitity begins two hours after death, so about two hours, give or take, after she died, she was pinned to the door,” the Doc replaced the shroud.

79. “So she was killed, laid down for the a few hours, and then crucified?” Eaves was talking to himself, and Hopewell didn’t bother trying to answer. After a moment of reflection, Eaves left, rather abruptly. “Thanks, Jack.”

80.

81.

82. *******************************************************

83. Amy was alone in the lab again when Eaves returned. “Amy, what do you have for me?” He held out a Redbull, but Amy just pointed to the can already by her computer.

84. “McLear already hooked me up,” She explained, apologetically. Eaves picked up McLear’s cup and tossed it into the trash bin, setting his in its place.

85. “Well that’s mature,” Sam commented as he entered the lab. Amy just smiled, enjoying this back and forth.

86. “Whaddugot, McLear?”

87. “A Whole lot of RAM to sort through.”

88. “How long?”

89. “I’ll call you, boss,” and with those words, Eaves left, giving Amy a pat on the head. Sam pulled a cup of coffee from behind his back. Amy picked up the redbull, and chugged the whole thing, setting it down. Sam used the coffee cup to crush the now empty can, knocking it into the bin. “I win,” He grinned, childishly, setting the coffee in its place.

90. *******************************************************

91.

92.

93. After another fifteen minutes of sitting and stewing and staring, Hanson burst through the door into the actually interrogation room, making Justin Waterman jump. I nodded to the tech man, who flipped a button. The cameras turned on and the audio filled the observatory from the other side of the mirror. Hanson sat down on the opposite side of the steel table than Waterman, placing a water bottle in between them. “Mr. Waterman,” Hanson began, in a no-nonsense tone that made me shiver, despite the soundproof wall between us. Waterman was a big guy, rounder with thick head of long curls and a scratchy beard. He was rubbing his hands together nervously, and the harsh lights illuminated the sweat on his brow.

94. “Look, I told you.” The burly mans voice was confident and rather brusque, but his body language and minute mannerisms told another story. “I wasn’t having an affair with Lisa. I don’t even see her, let alone…” he trailed off.

95. “Ok,” Hanson said, understanding. This sudden accepting approach caught Waterman off guard. “Had you?” So much for the sympathetic approach.

96. “What?”

97. “You weren’t sleeping. That I get. Had you slept?”

98. “What part of was not don’t you get?”

99. “The past-tense part,” when this smart comment didn’t get a reply, he spoke up again. “Lisa, man, she was hot. I would even try to hide it if I had slept with her.” It’s a good thing it was a one-way mirror, because that last remark earned a bemused face from me. “That is one hell of a conquest. So you must be being honest.”

100. “Well, then I must be telling the truth,” Waterman repeated, following Hanson’s line of reasoning.

101. “What?” Hanson said, his relaxed complexion shifting abruptly to one of indictment.

102. “What?” Waterman looked worried.

103. “Well I just said that. Why would you repeat what I just said?”

104. “Because…because you said it!”

105. “But why would you do that? It’s totally anti-climactical.” Hanson feigned annoyance. I recognized his approach immediately. Typical Hanson. “Unless…unless…”

106. “Unless what? I was only trying to emphasis my innocence. You got the wrong guy, I was just-” His frustration was just what Hanson was aiming for.

107. “So what? You had a little fling with a married woman. Its adultery, its not breaking any laws. I mean, sure, it’s morally wrong and you will probably burn in hell, but I can’t lock you up for it. Double murder, on the other hand? That’s a life sentence offence.”

108. “Wha-” Waterman began, but Hanson didn’t give him a chance to speak.

109. “You know what?” Hanson stood, putting a card on the table. “I’m done here. Call me if any memories pop up, they still give you that one call, right? Meanwhile, I’m going to prove that you had an affair with Lisa Manning, and then I’m going to attest that you killed her and her husband. If you could just open,” He pulled out a Q-tip. Waterman opened his mouth to protest, but Hanson was quick, swabbing the inside of the man’s cheek and bagging the Q-tip. “If you don’t call, don’t worry, I’m not the impatient type; I’ll can wait and see you on your court date.” And with those final threatening words, Hanson made for the door.

110. “Okay, Okay,” Waterman burst. “One time, I came over to borrow some tools from rob. I didn’t know she would be there, but we got to talking, and one thing led to another, and...But she wasn’t married yet! And it never happened again.”

111. “Did Rob know?” Hanson asked, only faint traces of impatience in his face, taking his seat again.

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