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taking the time to see me, Dr. Lewis.” I looked up and saw Tremaine standing in her doorway, shaking Magdalena’s hand.
“My pleasure, Sergeant Tremaine,” she said. Her eyes met mine across the hallway. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help with the investigation. We all want this to be over as quickly as possible for Anna.” Following the direction of her eyes, Tremaine turned to look at me while Magdalena closed her door. I beckoned for him to come into my office, and waited to shut the door behind him before turning to confront him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, practically spitting, I was so mad. It had never occurred to me that Tremaine would question my boss. I didn’t want her finding out the sordid details of my personal life from the police.
“Anna, I told you that I would be questioning your associates,” he replied, leaning against my desk, perfectly calm.
“Yes, but what’s she got to do with this case?” I asked.
“Often it’s the people at work who know you best.”
“Magdalena doesn’t know anything about Jack. I’ve never spoken to her about my marriage.”
“I apologize if you’re upset by this intrusion into your professional life, Anna, but this is a homicide investigation.”
“Yes, you keep saying that.”
Just then, the door burst open and Ben stormed in. He stopped dead when he spotted Tremaine and stared at him with open hostility. “What are you doing here, Tremaine?” he demanded.
I turned to the sergeant. “You know Ben? You’ve already spoken to him?”
“Oh yeah, Mom. He came to the house at 7:30 this morning and woke me and my roommates up. We all had to troupe down to the kitchen to answer a bunch of questions. It took so long, I was almost late for work. When I got there, my boss asked me to make a delivery, but I detoured here first to tell you about it.”
We both glared at Tremaine. If he felt nervous being trapped between an irate mother and her hostile son, he showed no sign of it.
“Thank you again for your time this morning, Ben,” he said. “I thought that you’d prefer answering my questions at home rather than coming down to the station. Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have other business to attend to.” He waited for Ben to stand aside before strolling out the door. Ben watched him leave before turning back to me.
“He’s a cool bastard, I’ll give him that. Now, what’s all this about an insurance policy, Mom?”
I explained about the two insurance policies Jack and I had bought when he was born, and how his father had held onto his and left me as the beneficiary. Ben frowned and said, “Gee, Mom, that doesn’t sound so good. You’d better be careful around this guy. He was asking some pretty loaded questions this morning, you know? He even asked me where I was on the night Dad was killed, and asked the guys to confirm the time I got home.”
I felt a knot of anxiety inside my chest. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said. “I should have called you last night to warn you about Tremaine. It just didn’t occur to me that he would show up at your house this morning. That was stupid of me – of course, he’ll begin by questioning anyone who’s connected with your father. Don’t worry, I’m sure that he doesn’t seriously suspect you.” In my heart, I prayed that he didn’t, anyway.
“Especially since I was out with Tracy that night. We saw a movie, got some pizza, and were home by midnight.”
“Tracy? Who’s Tracy?” I asked, a silly grin plastered across my face. Whoever she was, I blessed her for giving my son an alibi for the night Jack was murdered.
“Never mind Tracy – she’s a girl I just started seeing. I’m worried about you, Mom. The way Tremaine was talking, I think he really suspects you.” Ben came close and hugged me to his chest. I was surprised; usually he gave me a peck on the cheek or a pat on the back. I hugged him back, and then loosened my grip to look up into his
“My pleasure, Sergeant Tremaine,” she said. Her eyes met mine across the hallway. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help with the investigation. We all want this to be over as quickly as possible for Anna.” Following the direction of her eyes, Tremaine turned to look at me while Magdalena closed her door. I beckoned for him to come into my office, and waited to shut the door behind him before turning to confront him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, practically spitting, I was so mad. It had never occurred to me that Tremaine would question my boss. I didn’t want her finding out the sordid details of my personal life from the police.
“Anna, I told you that I would be questioning your associates,” he replied, leaning against my desk, perfectly calm.
“Yes, but what’s she got to do with this case?” I asked.
“Often it’s the people at work who know you best.”
“Magdalena doesn’t know anything about Jack. I’ve never spoken to her about my marriage.”
“I apologize if you’re upset by this intrusion into your professional life, Anna, but this is a homicide investigation.”
“Yes, you keep saying that.”
Just then, the door burst open and Ben stormed in. He stopped dead when he spotted Tremaine and stared at him with open hostility. “What are you doing here, Tremaine?” he demanded.
I turned to the sergeant. “You know Ben? You’ve already spoken to him?”
“Oh yeah, Mom. He came to the house at 7:30 this morning and woke me and my roommates up. We all had to troupe down to the kitchen to answer a bunch of questions. It took so long, I was almost late for work. When I got there, my boss asked me to make a delivery, but I detoured here first to tell you about it.”
We both glared at Tremaine. If he felt nervous being trapped between an irate mother and her hostile son, he showed no sign of it.
“Thank you again for your time this morning, Ben,” he said. “I thought that you’d prefer answering my questions at home rather than coming down to the station. Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have other business to attend to.” He waited for Ben to stand aside before strolling out the door. Ben watched him leave before turning back to me.
“He’s a cool bastard, I’ll give him that. Now, what’s all this about an insurance policy, Mom?”
I explained about the two insurance policies Jack and I had bought when he was born, and how his father had held onto his and left me as the beneficiary. Ben frowned and said, “Gee, Mom, that doesn’t sound so good. You’d better be careful around this guy. He was asking some pretty loaded questions this morning, you know? He even asked me where I was on the night Dad was killed, and asked the guys to confirm the time I got home.”
I felt a knot of anxiety inside my chest. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said. “I should have called you last night to warn you about Tremaine. It just didn’t occur to me that he would show up at your house this morning. That was stupid of me – of course, he’ll begin by questioning anyone who’s connected with your father. Don’t worry, I’m sure that he doesn’t seriously suspect you.” In my heart, I prayed that he didn’t, anyway.
“Especially since I was out with Tracy that night. We saw a movie, got some pizza, and were home by midnight.”
“Tracy? Who’s Tracy?” I asked, a silly grin plastered across my face. Whoever she was, I blessed her for giving my son an alibi for the night Jack was murdered.
“Never mind Tracy – she’s a girl I just started seeing. I’m worried about you, Mom. The way Tremaine was talking, I think he really suspects you.” Ben came close and hugged me to his chest. I was surprised; usually he gave me a peck on the cheek or a pat on the back. I hugged him back, and then loosened my grip to look up into his
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