Odd it wasn’t a criminal defense attorney.
When asked, Frank re-accounted his activities on the night of the murders. Most had already been confirmed, but I wanted to see if his story would vary from his original statement. He pretty much kept to the script from before.
Consistency is good. He had word variation but still kept to the same story as before. If someone was telling the truth, they pretty much did it the way Frank just did. Too bad he left out some important details. His attorney sensed a need for a change in directions. He laid an envelope on the desk which contained the certified reports and photos taken by the private investigator Frank hired to follow his wife.
Needless to say, it was pretty damning. Frank had already told me that Beverly was cheating on him, but according to this report she was one cold hearted bitch. Robert Tolson or Stephen Wallace, or who ever you wanted to call him was screwing her blind for three months before he was killed. According to the report, he was only the last of several extra marital participants. Frank had her followed for the past year and knew of her affairs with just about everyone of her lovers.
The lawyer was trying to divert suspicion away from Frank to one of her former lovers. According to the private investigator’s report, more than one of them were rode hard and thrown away wet . A couple of the lover’s, “tweren’t none too happy about being discarded so callously,” as my pappy used to say. Any one of them could have held a grudge and wanted to take their revenge. The evidence contained in the envelope was going to be used in divorce court. He used adultery as a reason and named all her lovers in the action.
They were trying to add another player to the mix.
Bringing the conversation back to where it was before the attorney gave me the envelope, I told Frank it had been alleged by someone in custody that he had been seen leaving his house the night of the murders. And that the individual also described in detail the car he was seen driving away in.
It was about that time Frank decided he needed someone besides his divorce attorney with him. I agreed with him, telling him to contact his defense lawyer, I had time to wait. While he was making his call, I went out front to talk to my next contestant. The shift sergeant already had her sitting at my desk. Introducing myself, I told her I was almost done and would be with her shortly. All I got in return was a nervous nod.
Frank’s defense attorney was busy in court for the rest of the day so we would have to continue our talk tomorrow at the earliest. I wasn’t worried about him being a flight risk but still advised him not to leave town for any reason. Since I was still short on having any physical evidence, I couldn’t arrest him. All I had was an allegation from a convicted felon who’s story seemed hard to believe, but was beginning to be a bit more plausible.
Frank wasn’t expecting this turn of events, nor was he expecting to see his girlfriend sitting at my desk while I led him out of the interrogation room. Both of them looked at each other then at me thinking they were in big trouble. Well yeah, I’m investigating a double murder…why else would you be here?