Page 23 of Jon's Helter Skelter Cold Case

“What? No.”

Lie. Oh, I thought I knew what went down and why.

“Lie,” Abby stated bluntly. “He’s got at least one, and another romantic partner.”

I seriously wanted to hug her. Good girl, she’d picked up on both.

Borrowman needed no further help from us. He put two and two together very quickly. He sat back with a half laugh, darkly amused.

“Okay. Now I get the full picture. You and your wife had a prenup—at her family’s insistence because they didn’t trust you. Good call on their part. Prenup says if you cheat, you’re not getting anything. Am I right?”

“Shut up, man.” Addiman looked outraged but also a little scared now.

“But you did cheat and knocked some girl up, and your ex found out about it. Right? Which is why you’re doing everything to get her back or just get rid of her altogether.”

“I saidshut up!”

“Baby born yet? Or girl still pregnant?”

“You can’t just make up a story like it’s true!”

“Not born yet,” I said into the walkie. Then I had a sudden, sneaking suspicion. “Ask him if he’s got a second phone.”

Borrowman didn’t miss a beat. “Do you have a second phone?”

“No!”

“Lie,” Abby and I said in unison.

“Ah-ha, that’s why you think you can get away with this.” Borrowman shook his head and stood. “I’ll bet you used your second phone to not only hide the affair, but to navigate your way to the cabin that night. Welp, guess I get to go find a phone.”

Addiman panicked. Outright panicked. Man was so many shades of green he could be mistaken for a tree. I had a hunch and on the spur of the moment asked Borrowman, “Ask him location. I think it’s at work.”

“You hide the phone at work somewhere? Desk maybe?”

Addiman didn’t answer this time, only glared.

“Bingo!” Abby clapped her hands together and then rubbed them like an evil villainess. “Definitely in his desk.”

“Looks like it.”

Donovan relayed for us. “Both of them said it’s in the desk.”

“All I need to know.” Borrowman turned and left.

Now I completely understood why Borrowman had us come in for this. He needed more evidence. The gas station receipt would only be circumstantial at best.

Donovan replaced the walkie and ushered us out the door as well. Borrowman met us in the hallway at the top of the stairs, far enough away no sound could leak through the doors.

“Thanks for the assist,” Borrowman said in greeting. “I knew he was hiding something, I just couldn’t figure out what. I didn’t suspect an affair. He’s also guilty of stealing a lot of his ex-wife’s jewelry, most of it heirlooms, and she’s taken him to court to get it back. I thought that’s what he was hiding, as it’s worth about five hundred thousand.”

Whoa, that was a lot of money. “He’s probably trying to keep it to pay for the divorce and new baby.”

“Likely. I’ll get a warrant and go look for the phone.” Borrowman offered knuckles to Abby. “Good job.”

She bumped, grinning. “Thanks. It was actually fun.”

“Feel free to come and play anytime.” Borrowman winked. “I’m off, thanks again.”

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