Sergeant MacRae is around.â
Who, I wondered, was Sergeant MacRae?
Daily police interviews began shortly after she regained consciousness. Her first recorded words to the detective were, âI just want to know what happened.â
âDo you mean about Tony?â
âDid something happen to Tony?â
Her interrogator told her Tony had been killed. The transcript said simply that she wept upon hearing this.
When the questioning resumed, the detective said to her, âTell me about Stuart.â
She explained that Stuart was her husband. She didnât appear to realize that they were divorced. She wondered, âWhy hasnât Stuart been to see me?â The detective didnât tell her that Stuart had been a nearly constant visitor during her first weeks in the hospital. But by the time Sylvia Jackson woke up, the police were keeping all potential suspects away, including Stuart.
The following day, the recorded questions began: âDo you own a gun?â
She admitted that she did. She couldnât remember what kind, but it was a little gun. Stuart had gotten it for her and taught her how to shoot.
âWhere do you keep it?â
âIn my bedroom. By the bed. In a drawer.â
âOn what side?â
âOn his side.â
âHis side?â
âOn my husbandâs side.â
âDo you keep it loaded?â
âYes.â
Then the officer shifted his focus. âDo you want to know what happened to you?â
âWho shot me?â she asked.
âWeâre not sure.â
Over the weeks that followed, Sylvia Jackson complained of recurring nightmares. And she started to reconstruct her past,
the hole in her memory shrinking like any other wound. She realized that she and Stuart were divorced. She remembered her birthday party, a month earlier. Each day she remembered more, got closer and closer, until she started to recall the night of the murder.
âTony and I went out to dinner. We ate in Chinatown. When we got home, I parked in the driveway and came in through the back door.â
âWas the door locked?â
âI opened it with my key.â
âDid you notice anything unusual about the house?â
âThere werenât any lights on. It was dark.â
âWas that unusual?â
âNo, not especially.â
âWhere did you keep your keys?â
âIn my purse.â
âWere there any other keys? Did you have any hidden around the house?â
âThere was one under a rock by the back door.â
âDid Stuart have a key to your house?â
âNo. He used the key under the rock when he had to get in.â
I could only imagine the pause that occurred next as Sylvia Jackson wondered about the direction these questions were leading. She asked, âAre you insinuating that Stuart did this?â And although the detective denied it â he was just asking about her keys â from then on, the questions focused on Stuart.
In the middle of an interrogation two weeks later, Sylvia Jackson broke down in tears. The notes describe her staring out the window and weeping.
âIs something wrong?â the detective asked.
âI keep having these nightmares,â she said. âIâm afraid of them.â
âCan you tell me about them?â
âI keep see ing the same thing, over and over.â
âWhat do you see ?â
âA man. Heâs driving my car. He has a gun.â
âAre you afraid of the man?â
There was no record of an answer.
âAre you in the car?â
âIn the back. He made me get into the backseat of the car. And Tony â Oh God â Tony â¦â
âWhereâs Tony?â the detective asked.
âHeâs in the trunk. The man made him get into the trunk.â
âWhat happens in the nightmare?â
âItâs very cold. I climb up into a tower and I look out from the stairs. I see myself down below, on
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