DARK SECRET is a short story about what happens when everyone wants what they want. But, no one considers the consequences. DARK SECRET is in the realm of my books in The Ripple Series—suspense and intrigue. I’ll bring all the parts of DARK SECRET to you in the next week, or so. I’ll introduce you to some interesting characters, to my writing and to one of the many stories that I will bring you. Enjoy DARK SECRET-PART 6.
TIM SAT ALONE AT a table in a room inside the police station. He looked up at the clock. With all that had happened, he forgot he was wearing a watch. It was four-fifty a.m. He had been there for an hour. He was supposed to be there for some routine questions. He was exhausted and needed sleep.
A green blanket was wrapped around his body. An officer had given him the blanket when he was brought to the station. He leaned his head on the table and pulled the blanket tightly around him.
Unable to sleep he stood up and left the blanket in the chair. He walked around the room, again. Come on, he thought. How long did he have to be there? He was in mourning. DAMN IT! He just found his wife dead. How much more inhumane can these people be? This was not the way to be treated after experiencing the worst tragedy in a person’s life.
Officers walked back and forth outside the door. A small window in the door gave him a glimpse of the activity. He thought about going to the desk at the front of the station. There was an officer sitting behind it when he came in. Maybe he would tell him he was leaving. Maybe then whoever wanted to ask him questions would ask him. Then he could go home, or to a hotel, and get some sleep. He was trying to cooperate. It was no secret that when a spouse dies the other spouse is always investigated. But, this was taking it too far. He looked at the clock again. It was a few minutes before five.
That was it, he thought. He was…
The door opened. A man around six feet and stocky with dark hair walked into the room. A badge was on his belt. His holster was empty where a gun would be. “Sorry about the wait, Mr. Brown,” he said in a deep tone. “I know this is a trying time for you. I’m Detective Vincent. I just have a few questions for you and we’ll let you go.”
“Please, go ahead and have a seat for me,” Detective Vincent said. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?” Tim told him no and sniffed. “I’ll get right to it. Then you can leave. Again, I’m sorry. But we have to ask these questions while they’re fresh in your mind.” Tim nodded. “Thank you for understanding.” He opened his notepad. “Did you enter the room where your wife was?” Tim told him he had. “Did you touch anything in the room when you entered it?” Tim told him just his wife’s foot to wake her. But she did not wake up. “But, nothing else?” Tim told him no. “Did you get a good look at your wife when you tried to wake her?” Tim said that he could not. He believed he turned his head. “So you didn’t see her face at all?” Tim told him no. “How did you know she was dead?”
Tim sighed and covered his face with his hands. He looked up with tears in his eyes. “I know you have to ask me questions,” Tim said, annoyed. “But if you’re trying to ask me about my DNA, it’s going to be in the house. I live there. I mean…did I touch anything else in the room? Why are you asking me these kinds of questions?”
“Mr. Brown, we have to eliminate you as a suspect,” Detective Vincent said. “That’s all this is. Police procedures.”
Tim pushed his hands through his hair and pursed his lips and shook his head. “I just knew it,” Tim said. “I knew she was dead. She was…She was laid out naked. Legs and arms spread apart like some…” he shook his head, “She would have never laid in bed like that. She’s a lady. Not some…” he bit his lip and shook his head. “And, she wouldn’t even answer when I called her name. I just knew.” He put his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands and looked down. “I just knew,” he whispered. The door opened. Tim looked up at the door.
A man came into the room. He was around five ten and smaller than Detective Vincent. He had a badge on his belt, too. His holster was also empty of a gun. “Mr. Brown,” the man said. “I’m Detective Marren. I’m sorry. But I just have a few questions for you.” Detective Marren looked at Detective Vincent. Detective Vincent gave him a nod to go ahead and ask his questions. “I’ll make this quick.” Tim swallowed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Do you know a Miss Bonnie Forr?”
Tim squinted and looked confused. “I can’t recall that name,” Tim said.
“Never heard of her?” Detective Marren asked. “Take your time and think about it?”
“No,” Tim said while shaking his head.
Detective Marren paused and exhaled. “This is where we have a slight problem, Mr. Brown,” he said. Tim sat up straight. “The woman you found dead in your house was not your wife.” Tim gasped and recoiled. His mouth hung open. “It was Bonnie Forr. We matched her ID with her body. Her purse was inside your house. We don’t know where your wife is at the moment. We’re looking for her. We need your help to find her. Do you have any idea where she could be?”
Tim shook his head and looked confused. The color in his face disappeared. It was pale. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. Muscles in his face began to twitch.
“Mr. Brown,” Detective Marren said. “You don’t know where your wife is. And, you’re sure you have no idea how this Bonnie Forr came to be deceased in your house?” Tim shook his head. His breathing was getting louder and louder. “Does your wife know her?” Tim squinted harder and bit his lip. He was breathing loudly through his nose. “Mr. Brown. Are you okay?” Tim looked away. “Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown.”
“I don’t…” Tim said, wobbling in the chair. “I’m not feeling well. This is taking a toll on me.” He was close to hyperventilating. The detectives stood up to go to him. Curious expressions were on their faces. “Where’s my wife? What’s going on?” Tim stood up. His knees buckled.