39 Be His Assistan (1/2)

”How do you know that?” I asked, interested in his explanation.

”She cleaned the kitchen, but not the rest of the house. She didn't think she needed to hide the murder. The kitchen was clean, probably because she does it every time she cooks. It is an occupational hazard.”

”And how does that say that she went to her husband?”

”She has a picture of him on her bedside. She sometimes regrets leaving him. She wants him back. Such positioning of objects show the associations people have with things, and this shows her regret and hidden love for her husband.”

”Are you sure you are not reading gossip magazines?” I asked, smiling at his conviction.

”I don't read gossip,” he said proudly.

”I am sure you are already tracking the killer but get the address and number of her husband.” The two nodded and led us out.

”Why are you sure it was her?” I asked. ”It could have been someone else.”

He turned to me silently. ”Do you think it was someone else?” I shook my head. ”Good, sometimes your gut will get you the answer faster than any knowledge from the book. Your gut is your biggest asset.”

We walked down the stairs and saw the men still surrounding the older lady.

”Should I try to talk to her?” I asked.

Did we need to get the statement right now?

”I think she requires some reassurance, but do it after the killer is found. She is a neighbour, so she must be distraught over it. We will also need the story.”

I nodded and walked down. I felt terrible for the confused older woman but also knew that this was something non-English speaking individuals faced when speaking to the police. There were records of misinterpreted words and coerced statements from people who were framed or misled to attest to something or take the blame on themselves so that the cops didn't have to do further work. It was a sad state of affair.

We were in the portable monitoring room in no time. I could see Sebastian's car from where I was, but we were farther away from it. A crush of people was surrounding the periphery of the building, trying to understand what was going on inside and why there were so many policemen. There were also a lot of policemen attempting to hold the crowd back.

This was where all the rich people lived, so the paparazzi was not far away. It was distressing how they had gotten the scent of news and travelled this far.

Sebastian had taken a backseat as the lead investigator came in and spoke to him. It made me wonder why we were still standing here.

And I went ahead and asked him that.