Page 15 of Sins of a Husband

“I’m sure you heard about Mr. Calloway’s murder last night.”

“I have.” I nod.

“Mrs. Calloway is your client, correct?”

“Yes, she is.”

“Did you ever hear her make a threat against her husband?” she asks.

I recall that day a couple of weeks ago when she told me that she’d kill him before she’d let him have the Hampton house, but I can’t tell the detective that. Besides, there is no way that Britney Calloway could have murdered her husband. He was a big guy and towered over her.

“No. She never made any threats against him. Does she have an alibi?”

“Yes, and it checked out. She was having dinner with a friend last night. But something isn’t sitting right with me.”

“Like what?” My brows furrowed.

“I don’t know. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” She stands from her chair and hands me a small rectangular card. “This is my number. Please call me if you can think of anything that might help with this case.”

I took the card from her and stared at it. I wonder if I should tell her about Brian and how he was stabbed to death twenty-two times like the three other men. I decided against it because I didn’t want to be involved in any way, shape or form.

She walks to the door, and I call out her name.

“Detective Walker?”

“Yes?” She sharply turns and looks at me.

“The news said he was stabbed twenty-two times like the other two men.”

“That is correct.”

“Why twenty-two times?” I ask.

“I don’t know, Mrs. Tate. It seems like the number 22 has some meaning for this psychopath. Thank you again for speaking with me.” She walks out.

An hour later, my phone rings and startles me. I look down to see Oliver is calling. By this time, I’m pissed.

“Where the hell have you been?” I seethe.

“I was in a meeting, closing a deal. You know damn wellI’m here on business, Kat. I listened to your voice message. I’m so sorry. I wish I had been there. I’m on my way to the airport now. I’ll stop by your office before I head to mine.”

“Don’t bother. I have an appointment with Dr. Burton in a couple of hours.”

“You’re angry with me,” he says.

No shit, Sherlock.

“I am a little bit. I very rarely call you when you’re away. And if I do, you know it has to be important. What if there was an emergency?”

“I know, and I’m sorry. From now on, no matter what, I’ll pick up.”

His answer didn’t satisfy me. “I have to go. I have a client waiting for me,” I lie.

“I love you, Katherine. I’ll see you later.”

“I love you, too.” I end the call and place my face in my hands.

Chapter Ten

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