A Murder to Solve on a Sunday...

Ambrosia - "Hi." I say to her but continue glaring at James. I didn't trust him. I also didn't like the fact that he was oddly attractive to me. That was dangerous.

*gasps* but that's nearly a six year age difference! XD

F.F: "I know how this may look," I begin. "But I live over in Connecticut, James called me up here. He's a bit torn up, as you can imagine."

James: I nod slowly. "Known her for about six years."

*I KNOW! This detective is going to get in way over her head!!!

Ambrosia - "Alright," I sigh. "Are you sure there is no one else who would have hated your wife?" I look away from him. Stupid eyes.

*heheh*

James: Aha. I know that look. but I don't acknowledge it. Instead I sigh. "I honestly don't know Ambrosia. I admit, I didn't like how my wife acted sometime. I didn't cheat on her for no reason. I'm telling you. Search Carter's house. Maybe even Jenny's. Maybe guilt got the best of her and she did away with Haylee."

Ambrosia - "I can't just search their houses without plausible evidence." I growl.

James: "Then you're screwed!" I say in exhapseration. "My wife is fuc*king dead! And you can't search an effing house? What kind of an investigation is this?"

Ambrosia - "It's one that abides by the law! If I had it my way everything would be run differently but I don't and there's nothing I can do about it!" I yell holding back tears. My brother, my sister, my mom, and my dad were all dead and the murderer was still out there, taunting me. There was nothing I could do about it...

James: I'm taken aback by the sudden wetness of her eyes. I nod once. "I'll be seeing you, then, detective," I say quietly, leading her out of the house gently.

Ambrosia - When I get outside I go a little bit down the street before sitting against the wall and crying.

Carter: I walk down the sidewalk and see that detective crying. Ah crap. "Something happen?" I ask her, stopping and sitting on the cold bench next to her.

Ambrosia - "No,"I shake my head, "The past, memories, they just came up." I admit.

Carter: "That sucks," I say. The woman thought i murdered someone! I'm not gonna be sympathetic. "How's Mr. Hart?" I ask.

Ambrosia - "Annoying! Irritating!" I growl.

Carter: I laugh. "Then you don't know the real him," I say before standing up. "Well. Stop crying," I suggest before walking away. As opposed to saying 'feel better.'

Ambrosia - I do stop crying. I wipe away the tears and start home, I was off for the day.

tomorrow?

yeah. how should we start i?

umm,..... erg.. COURT!

sounds good!!!

Person with Bible: "Do swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

James: "I do."

p.W.T.B: "You may be seated."

Ambrosia - I watch from my seat in the front row as the lawyers begin/

James: I answered each question smoothly.

Lawyer: "How can we tell you didn't tell your workers to say you were at work? How do we know you aren't lying right through your teeth? You already murdered you wife, whats the point in-"

James's attorney: "Objection! *place lawyery terms here*"

Judge: "Objection sustained. Erase those questions from records."

Ambrosia - There were laying onto him hard, under my warning of course thatI didn't trust him. He was smooth.

James: The questioning went on for an hour. Clearly the lawyer was getting a bit angry, as I wasn't relaying any information that I had or hadn't done it.

Ambrosia - I hear the key words, "Session will continue after a thirty minute break."