“No,” he says without hesitation. Despite everything, I feel a flash of relief. “You were at work until thirty minutes before the body was found. Mrs. Archer saw your car pull up to the house, and she said you were in the Lowells’ house for only a couple of minutes. And this was after she had already called 911 because of concern of a disturbance. So no, you are not a suspect.” He adds, “I can see why you would be concerned though, given your… history.”
I shouldn’t be even the slightest bit surprised that he knows about my criminal history. I would have lost respect for any police officer in this situation who didn’t. But it always feels like a slap in the face when someone brings it up. “Yes,” I say tightly.
“Mrs. Accardi,” he says, “what do you know about your husband’s relationship with Mrs. Lowell?”
“The Lowells are our neighbors, obviously.” I lift a shoulder, trying not to let my nerves show. “He was helping her with her backyard in exchange for referrals. They were friendly.”
“Did you ever suspect anything more?”
“No. Never.”
He flashes me a conspiratorial smile. “Never? Not even a little bit? Especially when he was over there all the time? I mean, Suzette Lowell is a very attractive woman.”
My jaw tightens. “I saidnever.”
“I see.”
This detective is not going to trip me up. I’m too smart for that. He is not dealing with a rookie.
“Mrs. Accardi,” he says. “Did you know that your husband recently purchased a gun?”
My mouth falls open. “A… a gun?”
“That’s right.” He is watching my expression. “He withdrew a thousand dollars from your joint bank account and then used some of that money to purchase a firearm.Illegally. But we have contacts.”
“I…”
My heart is slamming in my chest. It’s hard to imagine it could be true, but I can’t deny the money was missing from our account. Enzo claimed it was to replace broken equipment. But if that’s all it was, why wouldn’t he have told me about it?
But then again, so what if he bought a gun? I mean, I’m not thrilled about it, and I’m most definitely wondering where it is right now and what he intended to do with it. But Jonathan Lowell was not shot. He was stabbed. So whether Enzo bought a gun or not, it’s not the murder weapon.
“Also,” Willard adds, “did you know that he checked into a motel with Suzette Lowell four nights ago?”
Now I feel like I’m going to choke. I suspected when Enzo told me he had just gone out for a drive that he wasn’t being honest. But this information floors me. I desperately want to believe that the detective is making it up just to shake me up, but everything he is saying fits. The missing money, Enzo’s disappearance…
Willard doesn’t even wait for me to answer his question. He got all the information he needed from the look on my face.
“Mrs. Accardi,” he goes on. “You and your husband… Your financial situation is not great, is it?”
“We’re doing fine,” I say defensively.
“So you didn’t recently bounce a check?”
Oh my God, this detective knowseverything. I squirm in the plastic chair, wondering if he knows what color underwear I’m wearing right now. I wouldn’t be surprised.
“That was a miscalculation,” I say.
“Do you know,” he says, “that Jonathan Lowell had a substantial life insurance policy and Suzette Lowell is the sole beneficiary?”
Again, I am trying not to react. “No, I did not. But I’m not sure what that has to do with me or my husband.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you?”
I take a deep breath, remembering what Ramirez told me to say if the questions start going in the wrong direction. I might not be a suspect, but I’m pretty damn sure that my husband is. “Detective Willard,” I say, “I am not answering any more questions without a lawyer.”
FORTY-EIGHT
The detective decides he doesn’t have any more questions for me.
