Chapter 75
LUCY
Monday arrived, and Remington Patton was correct—I wasn’t in the courthouse sitting third chair on my first trial. Luckily, she was incorrect about the other possibility. I wasn’t in court being arraigned, either.
What I was was a very sad woman. I was trying to mourn the loss of my husband, which was made extra difficult because I had no idea who killed him or why. I also continued to be suspicious of Eddie, and the way he died was doing nothing to alleviate that.
I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Should I mourn the death of the husband I’d planned on divorcing, or should I wait until I found out why he died, so it didn’t turn out I had been grieving an asshole?
I hated that I’d resorted to thinking like this. I knew I should just be mourning Eddie with no strings attached, but it wasn’t that simple.
Remington Patton stayed in constant contact with the LAPD, but they were being pretty tight-lipped with her.
What she was able to find out—and relay to me—was that they didn’t have a murder weapon or any suspects.
These were both bad for me. If they found the murder weapon, it would help prove that I had nothing to do with his murder.
And the fact that they had no other suspects would continue to keep their focus on me, the spouse.
This was lining up to be a brutal week.
I’d have to sit at home, depressed. I wasn’t in court working on my first trial, all while hoping to avoid getting a call from Remington Patton saying that the police suspected me of my husband’s murder.
I just wanted to curl up in a ball and have this all end.