“Mr. Jackston. How long has Henry been working for you?”
“1 and a half years.”
“Yes, yes. And how exactly has he been? Has he ever shown up late to work? Once? More than once? I hear he started a rumor that you were making ahem questionable business deals. If I were you, I wouldn’t much like that rumor. Especially if that rumor was true!”
“Excuse me?” Mr. Jackston asked, anger toning his voice.
“Mrs. Flare! How long were you married to Henry?”
“4 years.” She replied. She was a very beautiful woman, the kind that could stop any man in his tracks.
“A happy 4 years? An awful 4 years? I hear that Henry was very fond of you. So fond that it would have broken his heart if you divorced. Too bad you had to make it stop!”
“What? I loved him! I would never cheat!”
“Oh, sorry, sorry. I’m jumping to conclusions! Or am I?”
With that, the detective walked away, to consult the other police. “I think I know who did it,” the detective whispered. He turned around and looked at the 4 suspects all standing so nervous.