Roose returned, his face grim. He nodded to his partner, and the fat one’s eyebrows rose.
“What?” I asked.
“We found Mary!” Roose reported.
My heart soared. I released a smile, and a tear came unbidden, “Really? Where?”
“Inside your freezer, Jack?” the pit-faced detective said.
My arms and legs went numb. My lips went dry. My stomach lurched and it was all I could do to crawl to the nearby garbage-can to vomit. The pounding in my head became deafening, and i covered my ears to silence the sound; but it only made it worse.
My life immediately felt empty without her; my hopes were ashes, my future uncertain.
“What am I going to do?” i asked in a voice so small, it hardly sounded like it was my own.
“There are some questions that need answering, Jack,” Roose said, “So what you’re going to do is sit in that chair and start giving us some straight answers for some straight questions,”
The fat detective stood up, helped me from the floor and back into my chair, and tapped my arm,
“We are sorry for your loss,”