A Yuletide Wallop by Barker Constance

A Yuletide Wallop by Barker Constance

Author:Barker, Constance
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2018-12-19T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seven

“There’s no way that she did it,” Gideon said to Abel after walking Dotty out of the station. He had no idea how to move the case forward from this point. They had no luck finding their witness, or even the other Santa who seemed to disappear at the same time as her. Even if they did find them, he wasn’t sure what good it would do. They got the woman’s statement, it’s not like it would change.

“Not a chance,” Abel agreed. After spending some time with Dotty, he felt bad for even indulging the idea that she would have killed her husband. She had already been a wreck before their interview had even started.

“That was hard,” Gideon sighed rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Abel nodded his agreement. He had been present for a few interviews with family member’s when he was a junior detective in the city, but none of them had been like that.

“I didn’t do it,” she had sobbed to them. Dotty wasn’t ignorant to the rumors around town, and apparently Verny and Cookie weren’t the only ones who had come up with that theory. Too many people watched bad cop shows nowadays. “I swear to you I didn’t.”

“We aren’t saying that you did,” Gideon assured her. “We just need to make sure we can prove that you didn’t.” This elicited more sobs from Dotty. She was normally a well put together woman – the kind of woman who wore shoes to match her bag and then matched her belt, and lipstick to match her nail polish. Now she had chipped nails, disheveled hair and she was in all black.

“You never think that something like this is going to happen. Not here, not to us,” Dotty said, obviously traumatized by her husband’s sudden death. Gideon was the one who had told her about his death. He couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. He had known enough from her reaction then and there that she was innocent.

“I know,” Abel said. They had to toe the line between compassionate and tough. At this point they had no idea how innocent or guilty she was. “What were you doing yesterday morning?” He asked.

“Um,” Dotty said thinking back. It must have felt like yesterday morning happened ages ago to her. “I was getting my hair colored at Splitting Hairs. I have a standing appointment there every six weeks at 9am to get my roots done.”

“Who was the appointment with?” Gideon asked her. “Just so we can verify it.”

“It was with Angie. It’s always with Angie,” Dotty replied, sounding exhausted. “I swear to you both, I had nothing to do with this. Why would I want Al dead? I loved him. I’ve loved him our entire lives.” Abel nodded to Gideon and left the room quietly. He had to go make a call to the salon and confirm the whereabouts of Dotty.

“There has been talk,” Gideon started gingerly. The last thing he wanted to bring up to Dotty was the relatively unfounded rumors about Al and Margie.



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