Page 10 of Drowning in Lies
1:07 pm - Vanessa:"I just spent 15 damned minutes listening to that bitch go on about how you fucked her for 2 straight weeks on your honeymoon. By the way, she's rented the same fucking place to surprise you for your anniversary! Surprise! Do you have any idea how much this hurts??? I'm hiding in a goddamned bathroom crying over this shit, and you still aren't answering your phone!"
1:09pm - Vanessa:"I just tried to call you again. Please call me back. We need to talk."
1:12 pm - Vanessa:"I need to get back out there before one of those bitches comes looking for me.Text me as soon as you get my messages.Please!"
1:56 pm-Vanessa:"I'm sorry I got upset earlier.Please stop ignoring me. I need to talk to you."
2:37 pm- Vanessa:"I just tried calling you AGAIN. Pick up the fucking phone! I just got in the room for my massage and I can talk. I'm alone in here except for the masseuse, and believe me, her English isn't that good. She won't have a fucking clue what I'm saying"
2:59 pm - Vanessa: "CALL ME!!!!"
3:23 pm - Vanessa:"I've been trying to reach you all fucking day, and I'm losing my shit here. Pick up the phone. I'm tired of you avoiding me.I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!!"
3:41 pm - Vanessa:"Are you gonna fucking answer me???"
3:52 pm - Vanessa:"That's it, I'm fucking done with this. You think you can just ignore me??? I'm not coming to the goddamned cookout after putting up with that bitch all day and then you ignoring me. You'll just have to fuck your wife instead of me tonight! After all, she brought such pretty lingerie for you!!!"
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I dragged in a shuddering breath. Each word I read felt like jagged shards of glass piercing my lungs. My stomach rolled and I dashed for the half-bath in the hallway, barely making it before I lost my lunch. As she had done Saturday night at my house, Sherry helped me to my feet and guided me to the sink. As I was rinsing my mouth with water, Chris appeared in the doorway holding out a bottle of mouthwash for me. I used it liberally, and after a final splash of cold water on my face I felt almost human again.
When Sherry and I returned to the dining room, Detective Horton and Chris were talking quietly at the table. There were several bottles of water sitting there, presumably Chris's doing. I took one gratefully and took several long swallows.
"Lila, he needs to ask you some more questions. Are you up for that?"
I closed my eyes and nodded, opening them to find the detective looking at me with sympathy, and probably a little pity.
"Mrs. Montgomery, I truly am sorry to upset you even more at a time like this. Can you tell me what the relationship was like between Mr. Montgomery and his brother Scott?"
"Oh, for God's sake, you've apparently seen a video of my husband jacking off for his girlfriend, so I think you can drop the goddamned formalities, detective!" My voice cracked as I yelled at him and I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling, willing myself to calm down. Sherry reached and rubbed my arm, trying to soothe me.
He cleared his throat. "Can you tell me about their relationship?"
I rolled my eyes and gave a little shrug. "Yes, they were very close. They spoke at least once a day and hung out together all the time. Should I even ask why you want to know?" Clearly, my give-a-damn was busted at this point, because I really didn't care about making nice with the detective any longer.
His lips quirked up a tiny bit at my smart-ass response before he schooled his expression. "Lila, why did you pay Scott $57,000.00 Saturday evening?"
I jolted and my mouth dropped open, truly shocked. "What are you talking about? I've never paid Scott anything,ever!"
"An online transaction was initiated Saturday evening on David's account at Indy Regional Bank, transferring $57,000.00 to an account in his brother's name at the same bank. It brought the balance in that account down to less than $500.00. So, you're saying you didn't authorize that transfer?"
"We don't bank at Indy Regional. Our bank accounts are with Midwest Financial."
"Were you not aware that David opened an account in only his name at Indy Regional three years ago?"
"No, I wasn't aware of that," I said softly.
"Lila, did your husband owe Scott money for anything that you can think of? Anything at all?"
I shook my head, very confused. "No, not that I know of. Of course, it seems like there was a lot I didn't fucking know," I added with a bitter chuckle.
He slid a piece of paper out from the other folder he had with him and passed it to me. "This is a screenshot of messages between David and Scott on Friday evening, along with the transcription. As you can see, Scott is demanding money, although it isn't terribly clear for what."
Transcription of Text Dialogue Between David Montgomery and Scott Montgomery
Friday, September 24, 2021
11:34 pm - Scott:"It's payday, little brother. Where's my money? I just checked my account and it's not there"
