“Whatever, it just feels bad that you think I did it.”
“I never said that.”
“It doesn’t matter. I could feel it. And maybe I did kill her—I don’t know.”
The woman’s deep blue eyes filled with concern. “Dennis, whether you killed her or not, you’re entitled to a defense.”
“Aunt Elizabeth, if I knew I killed her I’d turn myself in and ask for the electric chair.” He could hear the tears in his own voice. “That’s if I didn’t kill myself first.” He looked at her. “I loved Rashida with all my heart. I still love her. She was my wife and a part of me feels like she’ll be my wife forever.”
His aunt sighed. “Okay. Okay. But at this point, we need to keep things simple. Okay, you don’t know if you killed her or not, but the fact of the matter is neither you, nor the private investigator have been able …show more content…
It was like his mind wasn’t his own anymore. It was prone to being won over by whatever other people were saying or believing. Walking in to Aunt Elizabeth’s he’d felt innocent. Walking out he felt like he’d killed Rashida. He must’ve, right? I mean, come on. He’d raged about killing her at The Wild Bull. His handcuffs were missing. He’d gotten the cab ride from her house right after the time of the murder. What else did he need to prove to himself he’d done it?
And yet, and yet. Now that the car’s engine had run a while he turned the heater onto the high speed. And yet, he’d thought Powell killed her. That had seemed a slam dunk. The guy was into kinky sex. And surely handcuffs played into that. But it also seemed just as clear that Orson was the murderer. Orson, the straight arrow, revealed to be a pathological liar. And Orson’d pestered Powell to get involved in kinky sex. And yet the latest revelation revealed that there was no semen at the crime scene, that there’d been no rape.
Yeah, that was it. It was like his mind wasn’t his own anymore—he didn’t know what to
“I never said that.”
“It doesn’t matter. I could feel it. And maybe I did kill her—I don’t know.”
The woman’s deep blue eyes filled with concern. “Dennis, whether you killed her or not, you’re entitled to a defense.”
“Aunt Elizabeth, if I knew I killed her I’d turn myself in and ask for the electric chair.” He could hear the tears in his own voice. “That’s if I didn’t kill myself first.” He looked at her. “I loved Rashida with all my heart. I still love her. She was my wife and a part of me feels like she’ll be my wife forever.”
His aunt sighed. “Okay. Okay. But at this point, we need to keep things simple. Okay, you don’t know if you killed her or not, but the fact of the matter is neither you, nor the private investigator have been able …show more content…
It was like his mind wasn’t his own anymore. It was prone to being won over by whatever other people were saying or believing. Walking in to Aunt Elizabeth’s he’d felt innocent. Walking out he felt like he’d killed Rashida. He must’ve, right? I mean, come on. He’d raged about killing her at The Wild Bull. His handcuffs were missing. He’d gotten the cab ride from her house right after the time of the murder. What else did he need to prove to himself he’d done it?
And yet, and yet. Now that the car’s engine had run a while he turned the heater onto the high speed. And yet, he’d thought Powell killed her. That had seemed a slam dunk. The guy was into kinky sex. And surely handcuffs played into that. But it also seemed just as clear that Orson was the murderer. Orson, the straight arrow, revealed to be a pathological liar. And Orson’d pestered Powell to get involved in kinky sex. And yet the latest revelation revealed that there was no semen at the crime scene, that there’d been no rape.
Yeah, that was it. It was like his mind wasn’t his own anymore—he didn’t know what to