Page 54 of Ghostly Bother
"I can't imagine what more we can do for you, Detective. We've answered all your questions. Do you have news on who killed Eden?" Mr. Hemsworth asked.
Angus took a seat beside Franks. "Actually, we do. I assume you're aware that Miss. Reese is down the hall also being interviewed right now?"
"Yes, I'd asked her to watch the kids today and found out she was scheduled to come in at the same time," Michael told them.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. It was important that we have you both here." Franks opened his file. "When we first started investigating, we were sure that Eden's killer was someone she'd been working with through the Mayor's Office, but as we dug a bit deeper, we found out that it was a little closer to home."
"Home? What are you talking about?" Michael looked confused. "You told me I was cleared of the murder. The only others at home are children."
"You're right, we did clear you of the murder. We do not think you murdered your wife, and we know your children didn't do it. But what about Rachel?" Angus asked.
"Rachel? You mean my sister-in-law?" Michael glanced at his attorney. "What are they saying?"
"Yes, your sister-in-law, but she's much more than that, isn't she? She's also your lover." Franks smirked. "Getting the best of both, hmm?"
"Excuse me?" Michael asked.
"No need to hide it. We know that Rachel has been staying at your place. We have video evidence your relationship with Miss Reese is more than the typical in-law situation. A nice romantic dinner in town last night. A dark corner of the patio where you thought no one could see you. Seriously, in this day and age there are almost always cameras around when you're in public. That's not here nor there honestly. What we would like to know is at what point were you aware that Rachel was going to kill her sister?"
"Gentlemen, please. What is this about? Are you saying Miss Reese killed her sister?" Mr. Hemsworth took off his glasses and put them on the table.
"That is exactly what we are saying. Right now, Detective Burns is reading Miss Reese her rights and placing her under arrest. We can only imagine the story she has to tell as she tries to talk her way out of the charges. The reason you are here, Mr. Anderson, is so you have a chance to tell us your side of the story before we bring charges against you," Franks told him.
"I didn't kill my wife." Michael stood up, his voice loud in the small interview room.
"We don't think you did. We do however think you've known all along who did. What we are here for now is to give you a chance to possibly keep yourself out of jail and with your children. Your girls have been through enough already without ending up with your brother, or worse, in foster care." As Angus said the threat, he prayed those girls never ended up in a foster home.
"What exactly is it you think my client is guilty of?" Mr. Hemsworth asked.
"We think he and Miss Reese plotted and planned the murder of Eden Anderson." Angus stated.
"No, I had no idea. Honestly. Not until recently." Michael sat back down. "I didn't know."
"Michael." Mr. Hemsworth reached out to grip his arm to silence him. "Detectives, can I have a moment alone with my client, please?"
"Of course." Franks smiled.
Angus picked up his file and followed Franks out of the room and closed the door. Leaning against the wall, Angus smiled at Franks. "He'll talk."
"Yep, he sure will. Did you see his eyes when you mentioned foster care? He'll cave. But maybe we were wrong about him knowing beforehand. He sounded serious when he said he didn't know." Franks rolled his shoulders. "I will be so glad to be done with this case. It's been the oddest case we've had in a while. Nothing has played out like I thought it would."
"More time to spend with Gretta once we wrap this up, right?" Angus teased. He was aware that Gretta was spending a ton of time at Franks place. Not a day went by when Detective Burns wasn't worried about her sister being around Franks.
"You want the truth?" Franks lowered his voice.
"Of course."
"Gretta and I are just friends. She's using my place as an escape from Amy and her husband. I'm seldom home and even when I am, the place is big enough for the two of us not to be on top of each other. I've given her a key and offered to let her move in if she wants. I'm not saying nothing more will happen between us. I'm interested, but I'm also respectful of the fact she needs time. More than anything right now, she just wants to beleft alone, and Amy's been a bit overbearing." Franks shrugged. "She's good company and my cat likes her."
Angus laughed. "And if the cat hated her?"
"I don't know. Are cats like dogs and you should trust them if they don't like someone?"
"I'd think that covers most animals. They have some inner sense of good and bad." Angus gripped Franks' shoulder. "I'm glad to hear that you and Gretta are getting along. While I hoped for some great romance, I'm happy to hear you just like keeping each other company for now."
"Don't tell Amy," Franks warned him.
"I won't say a word to her, but I have to let Lance know. We've both been curious but were trying to mind our own business." Angus straightened as the door opened.
