Page 43 of Sins of a Husband

“That’s why,” I say. “Because you’re accusing me of murder!”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, Katherine. I’m asking why you failed to divulge pertinent information.”

“Maybe I was afraid you’d think I did it. I didn’t kill Jack or my two husbands, Detective Walker. Someone is out to make sure I live the rest of my life in misery. Someone is out there following me—watching me.”

I know I sound like a lunatic, and I’m sure she thinks just that.

“Who would want to hurt you?”

“I don’t know, but I have these to prove it.” I lift my shirtand show her my scars. “Whoever is doing this tried to kill me back in Maine. He left me on the floor to bleed out.”

“Then why didn’t he try to kill you when he broke into your home and killed your husband, Oliver?” she asks.

“I don’t know. Nothing about any of this makes sense,” I shout. “If only I hadn’t taken that pill that night.” I shake my head as tears stream from my eyes.

“Did Jack cheat on you?” she asks.

I stare at her momentarily and then wipe my eyes. “No…I don’t…I don’t know. Every other man in my life has, so why wouldn’t he?”

“But you don’t know for sure?”

“No. I have no idea.”

She finishes her coffee and takes the cup to the sink. “You look exhausted.” She grabs her purse and hooks it over her shoulder.

“I am.”

A soft smile frames her face. “Get some rest. I’ll keep you posted if anything turns up.”

Chapter Thirty-One

DETECTIVE PAIGE WALKER

Katherine Tate isthe link to these murders. But what is her connection? I need to investigate her background more thoroughly. So when I return to the police station, I sit at my desk and start typing away on my keyboard, delving deeper into her past.

“Wait a second…what the—” My eyes widen as I stare at the screen.

“What’s wrong?” Elijah sets his gun on his desk.

“Katherine Tate was adopted by a couple when she was five.”

“So?” He shrugs.

“The records are sealed.” I look at him. “Why are they sealed? Hey, Jaun? Come over here.”

“What’s up, Paige?”

“I need your magic powers.”

“Yes.” A grin crosses his lips as he rubs his hands together. “What laws do you need me to break?”

“I need you to get into this woman’s sealed adoption records. Discreetly, of course.”

“On it. I’ll be in my lair.” His brows wiggle.

“That guy is so weird,” Elijah says.

“No, he’s not. He’s a nice guy.” I rise from my seat and fixate on the whiteboard, filled with photos of the murdered victims and their spouses. “She’s the key to all of this?” I point to Katherine Tate’s photo. “Her boyfriend and two husbands were all murdered the same way—twenty-two stab wounds. All break-ins and missing jewelry—nothing else. The Tate’s had a painting in their home worth thirty thousand dollars. Why didn’t the killer take that? The Calloway’s had expensive crystal pieces in their home. Why wasn’t any of that taken?”

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