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hypothesis that everything is mind over matter.
As soon as I walked into Teresa Wilson’s room, my heart sank. Her face was puffed up and covered with cuts and bruises. Her complexion was bluish-green, making it difficult to see the person behind the mask. Monitors were used to watch heart and lung function, that is ECG, blood pressure, pulse and respiratory rate. Tubing was attached to various parts of her body, helping to control her urine production and drain output. Her head was maintained high with the help of three pillows. I couldn’t help feeling Teresa Wilson was in no condition to answer our questions.
My stomach churned as I tried to comprehend why someone would hurt another person so badly. I surprised myself with that question, especially since I have dealt with hundreds of homicides in the past fifteen years and had already come to some hard-edged conclusions.
Evil bred in and invaded the minds of desperate souls.
We introduced ourselves briefly, and Frank and I promised we’d take little of her time.
‘ It’s all right,’ she said, her bruised lower lip quivering. ‘I don’t mind helping out. There’s so much I need to tell you. It’s happened so suddenly.’
‘ We’re going to be taping this,’ Frank said matter-of-factly, as he removed the Sony recorder from his jacket. ‘It’s easier if we do. It means we don’t have to ask you the same questions over and over again. Is that all right with you?’
Teresa nodded, and Frank switched the tape on.
‘Also,’ he added, ‘I have to inform you that you don’t have talk to us if you don’t want to. Anything you tell us from now on can be used as evidence in court.’
‘ It’s okay,’ she said, ‘I’ve got nothing to hide.’
I would be asking all the questions since Frank was a crime-scene examiner and not an investigator. In fact, he wasn’t even supposed to be in this room, and since I was told to stop working on the Wilson’s case, neither was I. Both of us would be in serious trouble if this thing leaked out.
‘You’re also allowed to have a lawyer present,’ I said, doubting she would need one. But her rights were covered under the Crimes Act , and I had a legal obligation to tell her that.
‘ I don’t need a lawyer,’ she said.
I agreed by nodding.
Frank placed the small Sony recorder, which had been running for about a minute, in front of Teresa Wilson.
The humming of the tape was all we heard for the next ten seconds.
I sat next to Teresa and tried hard not to hold her hand, even though I had the urge to do so. I wanted to give her a hug and let her know I understood how difficult this was for her. I wanted to tell her she was not alone, that we would do anything to help her get through this. I wanted her to know that if she ever needed a friend, I would be there for her. But I felt it was a bit early to move in so fast. I couldn’t help it. Part of me was nothing but raw emotions. Maybe I would wait until the end of the interrogation.
‘ So, can you tell us what happened?’ I began.
‘ It’s all confusing in my head, but I’ll do the best I can.’
‘ It’s okay. Take your time. If you need to rest or compose yourself, let us know. If you want to do this tomorrow morning or another day, we can do that. Sergeant Frank Moore will turn the tape recorder off, and we’ll start again later.’
‘ We might as well get it over and done with,’ she said, before hesitating for a few seconds. ‘I’m not sure where to start. I haven’t done this kind of thing before.’
‘ Tell us what you remember,’ I said, finding Teresa amazingly courageous to be willing to go through the entire ordeal again.
‘ My husband Jeremy is an electronics engineer.’ She used the present tense as if he was still alive. It would probably take her a while to realise she would never see him again. ‘He works from home, which is great, because we see each other all the time. He is under contract with lots of
As soon as I walked into Teresa Wilson’s room, my heart sank. Her face was puffed up and covered with cuts and bruises. Her complexion was bluish-green, making it difficult to see the person behind the mask. Monitors were used to watch heart and lung function, that is ECG, blood pressure, pulse and respiratory rate. Tubing was attached to various parts of her body, helping to control her urine production and drain output. Her head was maintained high with the help of three pillows. I couldn’t help feeling Teresa Wilson was in no condition to answer our questions.
My stomach churned as I tried to comprehend why someone would hurt another person so badly. I surprised myself with that question, especially since I have dealt with hundreds of homicides in the past fifteen years and had already come to some hard-edged conclusions.
Evil bred in and invaded the minds of desperate souls.
We introduced ourselves briefly, and Frank and I promised we’d take little of her time.
‘ It’s all right,’ she said, her bruised lower lip quivering. ‘I don’t mind helping out. There’s so much I need to tell you. It’s happened so suddenly.’
‘ We’re going to be taping this,’ Frank said matter-of-factly, as he removed the Sony recorder from his jacket. ‘It’s easier if we do. It means we don’t have to ask you the same questions over and over again. Is that all right with you?’
Teresa nodded, and Frank switched the tape on.
‘Also,’ he added, ‘I have to inform you that you don’t have talk to us if you don’t want to. Anything you tell us from now on can be used as evidence in court.’
‘ It’s okay,’ she said, ‘I’ve got nothing to hide.’
I would be asking all the questions since Frank was a crime-scene examiner and not an investigator. In fact, he wasn’t even supposed to be in this room, and since I was told to stop working on the Wilson’s case, neither was I. Both of us would be in serious trouble if this thing leaked out.
‘You’re also allowed to have a lawyer present,’ I said, doubting she would need one. But her rights were covered under the Crimes Act , and I had a legal obligation to tell her that.
‘ I don’t need a lawyer,’ she said.
I agreed by nodding.
Frank placed the small Sony recorder, which had been running for about a minute, in front of Teresa Wilson.
The humming of the tape was all we heard for the next ten seconds.
I sat next to Teresa and tried hard not to hold her hand, even though I had the urge to do so. I wanted to give her a hug and let her know I understood how difficult this was for her. I wanted to tell her she was not alone, that we would do anything to help her get through this. I wanted her to know that if she ever needed a friend, I would be there for her. But I felt it was a bit early to move in so fast. I couldn’t help it. Part of me was nothing but raw emotions. Maybe I would wait until the end of the interrogation.
‘ So, can you tell us what happened?’ I began.
‘ It’s all confusing in my head, but I’ll do the best I can.’
‘ It’s okay. Take your time. If you need to rest or compose yourself, let us know. If you want to do this tomorrow morning or another day, we can do that. Sergeant Frank Moore will turn the tape recorder off, and we’ll start again later.’
‘ We might as well get it over and done with,’ she said, before hesitating for a few seconds. ‘I’m not sure where to start. I haven’t done this kind of thing before.’
‘ Tell us what you remember,’ I said, finding Teresa amazingly courageous to be willing to go through the entire ordeal again.
‘ My husband Jeremy is an electronics engineer.’ She used the present tense as if he was still alive. It would probably take her a while to realise she would never see him again. ‘He works from home, which is great, because we see each other all the time. He is under contract with lots of
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