Page 49 of Married to Murder


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Jesus, this guy really knew everything, didn’t he? “Yes.”

“Gordon Montgomery.” His eyes moved back and forth as he read the paper. “Interesting that a man like that would take you under his wing. You don’t exactly come from the same background.”

“No. We do not.” I shrugged. “You’d have to ask Gordon why he bothered with me.”

“You have no idea at all?”

I grimaced. “I think I reminded him of his late son.” Gordon had told me many times that I’d allowed him to feel like he had his son back. I was glad I could help him feel better; he’d certainly helped me enough.

“Did you see Gordon talking to Douglas Trenton yesterday?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

“Just trying to place all the chess pieces on the board.”

“I never saw them alone together. I don’t know if they talked at the restaurant. I wasn’t watching them.”

“Sure. I understand. It was your wedding day.”

“Yes.”

“Where did you go after your argument with Douglas?”

“Back to the table.”

“And Douglas went where?”

“I don’t know where he went. I just know he never returned to the table.”

“Didn’t that seem weird to you?” He frowned.

“I wasn’t his keeper. It was none of my business where he went.” I shrugged. “Martha seemed annoyed that he’d just disappeared.”

“And then you got up and went outside for some fresh air?”

“Yes.”

“So you were just outside enjoying the view, and next thing you know you find your father-in-law’s body?” He sounded skeptical.

“I was a little stressed out about the run-in with Douglas. I thought he was going to out me to Tanner.” I swallowed hard. “I needed some air, and so I went outside.”

“Is that the only time you were alone?”

“Yes.”

“How long would you say you were gone before you found the body?” He tapped his pen on the folder distractedly.

“I don’t know… fifteen minutes?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“His skin was cold.” I grimaced, feeling slightly queasy at the memory of Douglas’s corpse.

“What about it?”

“If I’d just murdered him, wouldn’t his skin have still been warm?”

He twisted his lips. “I guess we’ll have to see what the medical examiner has to say about time of death.”