Paranoia

Many things in life are a mystery, but the nature of human beings are the most mysterious of all. This is a murder investigation of the death of a rich business man. His wife is being interrogated; throughout secrets are discovered...

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3. Unconvering skeletons in my husband's closet

Upon my exit, I heard Detective Field ask Gerry his assistant to bring in Mr Steve Picket, Hugh’s former employee. The detective never told me of any new findings on Hugh’s murder, so I had to discover them myself. I heard Gerry talking to the surveillance guard by the water cooler the other day. Apparently the surveillance guard, Tom, had a blind son who needed surgery. Tom didn’t have the means to pay. An idea struck...bribe. I was walking down the corridor out of the interrogation room, when I saw Tom. A bribe to pay for his son’s surgery, achieved access to the surveillance room, where I could watch the other interrogations. I made my way to the surveillance room to watch the interrogation of Mr Steve Picket.

“Mr Picket, where were you between four to five ‘o’ clock on the 27th of November.” Detective Field began.

“I was at home.” Mr Picket replied. Hugh only mentioned Mr Picket a few times; from my perception Hugh was using him to grant himself more money. I never got involved in Hugh’s work, especially since I knew he was a corrupt businessman.

“Do you have any evidence of you placement in your home?” Detective Field enquired.

“Yes, actually I do, I have a phone record from four thirty to five.” Mr Picket hastily replied.

“Alright, we’ll have to check into that. Now, Mr Picket, please describe your work experience with Mr Hugh Laken.” Detective Field went on. Upon arrival of this request, Mr Picket became agitated; he clenched two fists under the table as his eyes pierced through the screen. “I tell you Detective Field, due to that beast we refer to as a man, due to his greed I’ve lost my wealth, my house, my job, my reputation, and most unfortunately my family.” Mr Picket blurted out.

“How so?” Detective Field asked curiously

“Mr Laken was my employer. He owned the company, and kept a watchful eye on the exporting department. Last year he took a further interest in my department, he began working with me in the management of the exporting department. On the 5th September he made a major error, which caused a drop of 80% in the profits. Fear for losing investors he pinned all the chaos on me, as I was the official head of department, and he was only an off record volunteer. He fired me, not to lose face, and by carrying the blame no other cooperation’s would hire me. I was diagnosed with depression since then. Just recently my wife has left me, taking my children with her. All this due to that vile man.” Mr Picket retold. I was sympathetic but not surprised at what my late husband had done.

“Why had you not simply sued Mr Hugh Laken?” Detective Field suspiciously asked.

“I had no money for a lawyer, and no bank would grant me a loan of such as sum, whilst I was unemployed. It was a true catch-22.” Mr Picket almost joked.

“Your dismissed Mr Picket, you’ll be hearing from us soon.” Detective Field announced as he gestured for him to leave. I sat back in the flimsy chair and thought. The thoughts pounded in my head, like rocks in the tide. I and simply thought, of what could have been.

Over the past few days I watched the trivial interrogations of friends, family, neighbours, all the people you’d expect to be interviewed. I didn’t pay any attention to these interrogations, for they merely consisted of hysterical women crying in an unladylike destitute manner, or of oblivious men who knew nothing of the murder and hardly anything of Hugh. Although, one interrogation did catch my attention. It was an interrogation of Hugh’s will solicitor. On this interrogation I honed in.

“Mr Charring, were any changes made to Mr Hugh Laken’s will before his murder?” Detective Field nonchalantly asked.

“No. However a week before he did contact me in regard to his will.”  Mr Charring confessed. With this news Detective Field straightened up and decreased his jacket.

“What did he say?” Detective Field asked.

“He wished to remove his wife from his will, said he had discovered she had been having an affair.” Mr Charring replied. My jaw dropped as I heard these astonishing words. Hugh knew of my affair before I told him! His cold reaction had been thought out, he wanted revenge, he was angry, this means one thing; he cared about me. Think it odd, but as I speak a smile is spreading across my face. In the midst of my thoughts I missed the remaining minutes of the interrogation.

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