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Chapters (33)
  1. Title page
  2. CHAPTER ONE
  3. CHAPTER TWO
  4. CHAPTER THREE
  5. CHAPTER FOUR
  6. CHAPTER FIVE
  7. CHAPTER SIX
  8. CHAPTER SEVEN
  9. CHAPTER EIGHT
  10. CHAPTER NINE
  11. CHAPTER TEN
  12. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  13. CHAPTER TWELVE
  14. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  15. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  17. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  19. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  20. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  21. CHAPTER TWENTY
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
  31. CHAPTER THIRTY
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
  33. EPILOGUE

The police records indicate that you didnt find anything stolen…that nothing seemed out of place. Is that correct?

As far as I could tell. Not to seem like an ass, but I wasnt exactly taking inventory of our stuff. I found her on the kitchen floor, bleeding more than I thought possible. When I saw her like that, I went to her and saw that she was already dead… my brain sort went into lockdown, you know?

Rachel nodded. For now, she assumed theyd be okay to trust the police report. If the case truly stalled on them, they could go to the Larsen residence later and have a look around.

Can you think of anyone that might have had a grudge against your wife? Rachel asked.

Doug shook his head and said, You know, the cops already asked me all of this. And Ill tell you what I told them: I cant think of a single person that would have done this.

Had you noticed any changes in her demeanor over the last week or so? Jack asked. Did anything seem sort of off?

Not that I could tell. You know...I keep going through the contacts on her phone, trying to imagine any of these people that would have either done this or might have known. No one pops up, though. And even if I thought someone might know something, what the hell am I supposed to do? Call them and ask, Hey, you didnt happen to have anything to do with the murder of my wife, did you?

You have her phone? Rachel asked.

Yes. It was the one thing of hers I managed to take with me when the cops helped me get out of there.

Would you mind if I had a look?

Whatever you need, Doug said. He fished around in his pocket and took out his wifes phone. It was an iPhone with daisies printed on the case. A pop socket clung to the back with the infamous yellow smiley-face on it. He tapped in his wifes passcode and handed it over to Rachel.

She went to the collected texts and scrolled through them as Jack continued asking questions. She listened along as she scrolled for any answers. Jack asked if there had been any strange activity in their neighborhood, if they had a security system, if his wife had ever told him she felt scared or threatened. As Doug answered no to all of these questions, Rachel could find nothing of interest in the text threads that had been saved to the phone.