"Mr. Rossi, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but after extensive investigation we've discovered that your wife was in the building at the time of the fire." The officer gave Gio a sympathetic look before handing over a charred item. It was Betty's most prized possession: her purse decorated with a picture of a doll, complete with red glasses. Gio had always found the bag to be a bit creepy, but Betty insisted that it reminded her of her mother and it was there to stay. Gio knew that he should try to show some emotion but he couldn't even squeeze out a single tear. All he could manage was a quiet thank you to the officer before he walked away.
A few days later, the investigator showed up at Gio's apartment. "Hello again, Mr. Rossi. I'm going to have to take you down to the station for questioning."
Ten hours later the questioning was still going on strong. They had been grilling Gio nonstop. He told them repeatedly that he was innocent but the police wouldn't give up. They kept telling him that the evidence was there and they had enough to lock him up for life.
After all these hours of interrogation, Gio finally snapped. "Fine, you want to know the truth? I'm happy that she's dead!"
The investigators looked at each other with huge grins on their faces. It was confession time. "Do you care to elaborate on that?"
"I sure do! Yeah I went to the hotel on that day. I found out her room number and I went up there and confronted her. I told her that I wanted to save our marriage, that I would do anything for her, and that I still loved her. She just laughed at me and said that it was too late, she was in love with another man. Not just any man, but her ex-boyfriend Matt. She said she had been cheating on me for the past year. We've only been married 10 months. What kind of a woman does that to somebody? I thought that Betty had changed and grown up, but apparently I was wrong. So yeah, I don't care that she's dead. She is pure evil and the world is better off without her."
The investigator knew he had to prod more to get the confession he so desperately needed. "So tell me, how did you start the fire?"
"Are you insane? I didn't start the fire! After our fight, I stormed off. I went to Coney Island and just sat there for hours and hours. That was always one of our favorite spots."
"Alright then, apparently you need some more time to think about it before confessing. I guess we'll have to lock you up until you spill what really happened. Why doesn't one of you show Mr. Rossi here to his cell? I think Big Boi is in need of a roommate." The man chuckled before turning around and walking away.
A few minutes later Gio was laid out on his bed. Luckily being on the top bunk kept him sufficiently separated from his hefty roommate. Gio didn't know why this had happened to him of all people, but he knew that he had to somehow find a way out.
Meanwhile, in Mexico, a short chubby girl with red glasses sat in a cantina. A man with short brown hair and an emotionless face walked over to her. He clinked his beer up to her margarita. "A toast, to Betty and Matt, the slickest duo to walk the earth."
To be continued...