Page 40 of Craving Vengeance
Marsh chuckled. “I Googled it this afternoon.”
He’s such a smartass.
Jackson looked up at Marsh. “Is there anything else of use in the email?”
Marsh’s smile stretched. “Just that she was going to pick up Eros from the airport at 11:00 a.m. today.”
“Christ, she’s making this too easy. It’s almost as if she wanted to get caught,” Jackson commented, “but how or why did she bring him in from Nicaragua. She already pulled together three of Shannon’s exes. Why did he agree to come?”
“I’m guessing she wanted a full-sweep. Shannon invaded her territory, and Meyers was the only one left. The rest of them were at her fingertips.” Walker commented as he ran his hand over his face.
Spinelli could nearly see the wheels turning in Walker’s head.
Walker pressed on. “She put a lot of planning into this it must have taken weeks if not months. She staged all the murders to take place before Shannon would arrive at work, probably hoping she would have no alibi. But due to Meyers’ flight time, she couldn’t get that one done before 8:00 a.m.” Walker cocked a brow, “How do you suppose she got him to agree to come here to see Shannon?”
“Perhaps he’s the jealous type,” Marsh interjected as he glanced at Spinelli. Shannon told us how he didn’t seem to take her breakup seriously. “Maybe Bethany got word to him of the seriousness of her relationship with Spinelli, and he came home to interfere. Up until Spinelli entered the picture, she hadn’t had any serious prospects; therefore, Meyers didn’t have to worry about losing her while he was away. He probably figured she was just sitting here patiently awaiting his return.”
Walker stepped toward the two-way mirror. Spinelli shifted his gaze to the mirror as well. Bethany chewed on her nails. Had Jackson’s extended absence from the room made her nervous?
“I suppose that theory is possible. Let’s see if I can get anything else out of her,” Jackson said as she grabbed the stack of papers off the table, stuffed them into a manila folder, and exited the room.
Spinelli, Walker, and Marsh stood with their noses pressed against the two-way mirror. Jackson entered the interrogation room with the folder tucked under her arm.
Bethany’s brown-eyed gaze shifted to Jackson. She stopped chewing on her fingernails and rested her arms on the table.
“Let’s see. Where were we? Oh yes, you were telling me you didn’t know much about tropical fish and that you didn’t know Dr. Joshua Meyers. Is that correct?”
Bethany sighed. “Yes, I think we’ve already established that.” She cocked her jaw and ran her hand through her short, brown, wispy hair. She seemed more annoyed than nervous by the questioning.
“Pathological liar?” Spinelli questioned as he looked at Walker and Marsh.
“Could be,” Marsh replied.
Jackson pulled the folder from under her arm and flipped it open. She stared at the contents for a while. Silence—an interrogation ploy. Bethany picked at her fingernails then resumed chewing on them. “Maybe she’s a neurotic?” Spinelli questioned.
“That would seem to fit. Difficulty with relationships, functions in society as a fairly normal person, and she always appears somewhat nervous and tense,” Marsh recapped.
“And extremely hyperactive,” Spinelli added. “Part of what turned me off. That and the fact she always seemed so unhappy.”
Spinelli turned his attention back to the activity in the interrogation room.
Jackson shifted her gaze from the folder back to Bethany. “Do you have a Hotmail account?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“The question is do you have one?”
“Yes.”
“What name do you go by when you use that account?” Bethany rolled her eyes. “I use my name, bdier at hotmail.com.”
“Hmm, do you use any other Hotmail accounts?”
“Nope.”
“Does anyone else have access to your office computer?”
Bethany’s eyes widened. Her fists balled, and she dropped them to her lap. Spinelli assumed it was a deliberate maneuver to hide her anxiety.
