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job, that's it."
Laurel bucked up, "Right.
So what else have you got, Detective Archer?"
"Vaginal
secretions," Archer said.
"What?"
Laurel blurted.
"Mixed with
ejaculate," Archer continued.
"On the body,"
Nathan clarified.
"Of course,"
Laurel said. "So he and Jaqui had sex before they got into some sort of
heated argument and she killed him?"
"Did your boys
put it to her?" Nathan asked Archer.
Archer shook her head,
"They asked the question, but her lawyer didn't let her answer."
"Why not?"
Laurel asked.
"Because it doesn't
make sense," Nathan said. "How many people get into a big fight after sex?"
Laurel shrugged.
Archer added, "A
married couple has sex, they're in love. That's what a jury thinks. And people
in love, they don't kill each other."
"But if they didn't
have sex," Nathan continued. "If Franklin was dipping his wick on the
side and his wife found out…"
"That would give
the wife motive for murder," Laurel realized.
"So Jaqui's lawyer
was wise to keep her quiet. If it wasn't hers then she looks guilty,"
Archer added.
"Can they get DNA
from the… lubrication?" Laurel asked.
Archer shrugged, "Even
supposing that they can, we don't have enough evidence to get a court order
compelling a sample from Jaqui."
Nathan shook his head,
"Forget about it. Her attorney won't let it happen. What's more
interesting is the idea that he was cheating."
"I agree, Miller.
But so far we haven't found anything to corroborate an affair," Archer
said.
"Maybe it was a
one-off, with a groupie?" Nathan asked.
"Maybe,"
Archer shrugged, "But it doesn't fit what we've already got. Franklin was
in a recording session all morning with a band and his engineer, all men, by
the way. No sign of any groupies at the studio. It's possible he made a quick
stop on his way to the studio if we've got the timeline wrong. But he
definitely had time in the early afternoon after the band finished."
"So the sex
probably happened at home or at the studio. Where was Jaqui?" Nathan
asked.
" At home. Then she went to the studio in the late afternoon," Archer said.
"That's verified?"
Laurel asked.
Archer nodded, "Both
her personal assistant and her housekeeper place her at home until sometime
after lunch."
"Any word of them
arguing or fighting?" Nathan asked. "Maybe something started at the
house, then Jaqui stews all morning and she decides to settle things at the
studio?"
"If there was a
fight, no one's admitted as such," Archer said.
"Alright, I want
to talk to the wife. Think you can make that happen?" Nathan asked.
Archer smiled.
"Already a done
deal?"
"Jaqui's people
have some connections. They got wind you were coming on board. Anyway, her
criminal attorney calls me this morning and says that Jaqui wants to
talk to you."
"Huh, maybe she
didn't do it?" Nathan said.
"Or she thinks
that she can fool you," Laurel posed.
Archer gave them both
an incredulous look, "Or maybe she knows that this psychic business is
just a bunch of bullshit – no offense, Nathan – and she figures the play will
boost her in the tabloids."
Laurel studied Archer
for a moment, "You still don't believe in psychic powers, do you, Detective?"
"Miller here is
an expert interrogator. He doesn't need supernatural powers. People who agree
to sit down with a closer like Miller are either innocent or fooling
themselves. So yeah, I'm a skeptic, just like most people . I can't say
where Jaqui falls on the spectrum, but I can be fairly certain that they are
going to spin this to their advantage, no matter what Nathan says," Archer
said.
Nathan nodded along.
It didn't make any difference to him what Archer believed so long as she was on
his side. As for the revelation that Jaqui welcomed his interrogation, "Hey,
why didn't you mention this sooner?"
Archer smiled, "I
was just having so much fun watching you two play detectives."
Nathan laughed. Fucking
cops.
Chapter 6
They had to park a couple of blocks down
from the house as a small media camp and a throng
Laurel bucked up, "Right.
So what else have you got, Detective Archer?"
"Vaginal
secretions," Archer said.
"What?"
Laurel blurted.
"Mixed with
ejaculate," Archer continued.
"On the body,"
Nathan clarified.
"Of course,"
Laurel said. "So he and Jaqui had sex before they got into some sort of
heated argument and she killed him?"
"Did your boys
put it to her?" Nathan asked Archer.
Archer shook her head,
"They asked the question, but her lawyer didn't let her answer."
"Why not?"
Laurel asked.
"Because it doesn't
make sense," Nathan said. "How many people get into a big fight after sex?"
Laurel shrugged.
Archer added, "A
married couple has sex, they're in love. That's what a jury thinks. And people
in love, they don't kill each other."
"But if they didn't
have sex," Nathan continued. "If Franklin was dipping his wick on the
side and his wife found out…"
"That would give
the wife motive for murder," Laurel realized.
"So Jaqui's lawyer
was wise to keep her quiet. If it wasn't hers then she looks guilty,"
Archer added.
"Can they get DNA
from the… lubrication?" Laurel asked.
Archer shrugged, "Even
supposing that they can, we don't have enough evidence to get a court order
compelling a sample from Jaqui."
Nathan shook his head,
"Forget about it. Her attorney won't let it happen. What's more
interesting is the idea that he was cheating."
"I agree, Miller.
But so far we haven't found anything to corroborate an affair," Archer
said.
"Maybe it was a
one-off, with a groupie?" Nathan asked.
"Maybe,"
Archer shrugged, "But it doesn't fit what we've already got. Franklin was
in a recording session all morning with a band and his engineer, all men, by
the way. No sign of any groupies at the studio. It's possible he made a quick
stop on his way to the studio if we've got the timeline wrong. But he
definitely had time in the early afternoon after the band finished."
"So the sex
probably happened at home or at the studio. Where was Jaqui?" Nathan
asked.
" At home. Then she went to the studio in the late afternoon," Archer said.
"That's verified?"
Laurel asked.
Archer nodded, "Both
her personal assistant and her housekeeper place her at home until sometime
after lunch."
"Any word of them
arguing or fighting?" Nathan asked. "Maybe something started at the
house, then Jaqui stews all morning and she decides to settle things at the
studio?"
"If there was a
fight, no one's admitted as such," Archer said.
"Alright, I want
to talk to the wife. Think you can make that happen?" Nathan asked.
Archer smiled.
"Already a done
deal?"
"Jaqui's people
have some connections. They got wind you were coming on board. Anyway, her
criminal attorney calls me this morning and says that Jaqui wants to
talk to you."
"Huh, maybe she
didn't do it?" Nathan said.
"Or she thinks
that she can fool you," Laurel posed.
Archer gave them both
an incredulous look, "Or maybe she knows that this psychic business is
just a bunch of bullshit – no offense, Nathan – and she figures the play will
boost her in the tabloids."
Laurel studied Archer
for a moment, "You still don't believe in psychic powers, do you, Detective?"
"Miller here is
an expert interrogator. He doesn't need supernatural powers. People who agree
to sit down with a closer like Miller are either innocent or fooling
themselves. So yeah, I'm a skeptic, just like most people . I can't say
where Jaqui falls on the spectrum, but I can be fairly certain that they are
going to spin this to their advantage, no matter what Nathan says," Archer
said.
Nathan nodded along.
It didn't make any difference to him what Archer believed so long as she was on
his side. As for the revelation that Jaqui welcomed his interrogation, "Hey,
why didn't you mention this sooner?"
Archer smiled, "I
was just having so much fun watching you two play detectives."
Nathan laughed. Fucking
cops.
Chapter 6
They had to park a couple of blocks down
from the house as a small media camp and a throng
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