Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heave
This story is based on the real life murder Stefanie Newman Rabinowitz (June 3, 1967 -April 29 1997) R.I.P
As annie Camden lay in bed she was well aware that the phone was ringing. Knowing the machine would pick it up she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the blaring noise.
"Hello, You've reached the Camden residence leave a message and we'll be sure to get back to you" Annie listened as the machine picked up.
"Mrs. Camden? Mr. Camden? are you there? Oh God, If you are there please pick up" The voice of Ruthie's husband, Brendon, and Annie's son-in-law rushed through the house.
"I'm in the hospital, Ruthie slipped in the bath tub and hit her head, at least that's what the doctors keep telling me... but uh... she's not doing too good, if you get this soon please go to the Glenoak hospital, that's where we are, bye"
After hearing the message Annie woke her husband and they rushed to the hospital. After running through the front door they saw Brendon sitting in the lobby with his head in his hands. When he looked up at them they could see his tear stained face. When he shook his head, it told them all they needed to know. Ruthie was gone.
"We need to know exactly what happened that night," Detective Marie Wagner, who was in charge of Ruthie Briant's case, asked Brendon Briant. It had know been a week since Ruthie had died. Doctors had no explanation for her death. Detectives were hired to find a cause. So, there they sat in the interrogation room with Brendon Briant, Ruthie Briant's late husband.
"We had gone out to Dinner it was at Roy's, we had come home and she said that she wasn't feeling so good. She told me she was going to go take a bath in hopes she would feel better," Brendon stopped to take in a deep breath.
"She went up stairs to start filling up the bath tub and then came back downstairs once more. She grabbed a bottle of water and then took some advil. After giving me a kiss she want upstairs," Brendon closed his eyes and sighed. The corners of his eyes became wet and tears started to flow out of them.
"I sat down on the couch and started to watch TV, then I heard a thud," he stopped once again trying to contain himself.
"I thought that it was just a shampoo bottle or something, so I didn't check on her, I should have gone up to see, if I would have then maybe she would..." Marie cut him off.
"How many advils did she take," she asked glancing up from her note pad.
"God, I don't know, probably one or two," Brendon replied.
"Was she on any other type of medicine at the time?" Marie asked him.
"She took the occasional sleeping pill but nothing else that I knew of," Brendon answered.
"Okay, and what did she eat at the restaurant?" Marie asked him.
"I don't know some shrimp and... why the hell are you asking me all these questions?" he asked unhappily.
"Mr. Briant all that I am trying to do is figure out what happened to your wife so I'd appreciate your corporation, okay?"
"She had lobster and some of my shrimp,"
"Did she drink any alcohol?"
"She had glass of wine," Brendon answered.
"That's it?" Marie asked.
"Yes, that's it," Brendon said.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Briant you can go now," Marie followed Brendon out of the interrogation room into the lobby where the rest of the Camden family waited.
"um, okay, Simon Camden?" Detective Marie Wagner said as she looked around the full waiting room. Simon stood up and followed Marie back to the interrogation room.
"Take a seat Mr. Camden," Marie said as she walked around to the other side of the table and took a seat.
"So how do you feel about your brother-in-law?" Marie asked him.
"No one trusted him," Simon said as he looked away from Marie.
"And why was that?" Marie asked.
"From the minute he and Ruthie met it was all lies," Marie glanced up from her notepad with a curious look on her face.
"What sort of lies?" She asked.
"He's ten years older than her, he was married when they met, but he told her his wife had died," Simon paused and looked down at the ground.
"I knew something like this was gonna happen," Simon said.
"How?" Marie asked.
"2 weeks after his wife that he was cheating on with Ruthie died in a mysterious car accident,"
Marie paused and looked up from her notepad. She set the pen down on the table and looked over at Simon.
"Thank you Mr. Camden you can go now,"
Simon stood up from his chair and walked out the door. Marie walked through the to office and slammed a pile of papers on her partner, Detective James Gordon's, desk.
"I need you to do a background check on Brendon Briant," Marie said.
"I'm one step ahead of you," James said.
"and..."
"As far as arrests go one D.U.I three years ago but here's where it gets weird, he got married at age nineteen, his wife was seventeen years old, she was pregnant when they got married,"
"Hmmm... Simon didn't mention that," Marie stated.
"Simon?" James asked.
"The victim's brother," Marie said glancing over the computer screen in front of James.
"oh, anyway, his late wife, Kimberly Denise Freewell, gave birth to a seemingly healthy baby boy on July 7th 2007, then on July 29th 2007 baby died of S.I.D.S"
"Sudden infant death syndrome," Marie said to herself.
"Yup, and then February 28th 2009 his wife died in a car accident. I looked at the coroner's report and even though the cause of death should be blunt force trauma, it's not,"
"What is it?"
"Exfixiation,"
"Were any charges ever pressed?" Marie asked.
"None,"
"Wow,"
"Yea, and sense I noticed right before his first wife died he was in great debt I decided to check out his credit report,"
"and..."
"he's in debt, great debt he's been spending all his money at Delilah's den, and upscale strip club,"
"Yea, I've heard of that place, the pro athletes go there all the time," Marie said. she set down the papers she had been looking at and looked at James.
"I guess we better go to Delilah's Den,"
I really don't know what to think of this one, I personally think it's sucks but the two people I have shown it to think it's good. I don't know. I guess I'll put it up, but if it starts getting bad reviews, I'm gonna take it down. So tell me what you think!