Stef
I sat down and sighed. I have never thought I would be on the victim side of a questioning. I hate to think that Lena is actually in trouble with the law. I know she didn't do anything to me but that doesn't change that it doesn't look that good.
"Who's interviewing Lena?" I asked and Kyle sighed.
"I would assume Detective Owens but i'm not sure. You know it's ok to stop defending her" he said and I groaned.
"She wouldn't hurt me" I said simply.
"Do you remember Linda Cosgrove, a year ago?" he asked and I sighed.
"Yes I know she was so convinced she wasn't being abused she tried to claim her husband was being framed and the abusive asshole almost got free… but she was delusional" I said and he sighed.
"People that are abused normally defend the spouse because they are too afraid to lose them… you know this. You defending her isn't anything new" he argued and I sighed.
"I know you don't believe me, Kyle. I wouldn't believe me, just another abused woman so desperate for affection that she will stay no matter what but i'm not that girl. I wouldn't stay in an abusive relationship" I said and he sighed.
"Leaving isn't as easy as people think" he pointed out and I sighed.
"You may not believe me but I'm not being abused." I said.
"Have you seen the pipe before?" he asked.
"That day whoever it was dropped it in front of my face before I passed out." I said and he leaned forward now really interested.
"You remember?" he asked.
"Just that nothing else." I said.
"So you don't remember who did it?" he asked and I shook my head.
"All I know is they were wearing gloves." I said and he wrote it down.
"Could you make anything out about the hands like size did they seem like a guy or a girls?" I asked.
"I didn't get a good enough look, whoever it was was wearing rubber gloves" I said.
"You sure you don't remember anything else?" he asked and I shook my head.
"You took a half day because of an appointment you had. After you got home what did you do?" he asked.
"I… I don't… I don't know… um probably make coffee" I said.
"And after that?" he asked and I shook my head.
"You don't remember letting anyone into the house? Lena come home?" he asked and I feel like he's trying to put those memories into my head even though it didn't happen.
"No, I don't remember" I said and he nodded. "And even if I did, I mean you really don't think I can defend myself against Lena"
He laughed, "I don't know she's a feisty one… one of the arguments against her is that she's not going raise any red flags. You wouldn't have seen her hurting you coming." he said and I sighed.
"I think I would have seen some red flags if she had a pipe in her hand" I said and he laughed.
"She drugged you first, it was in the coffee you drank, and then would have hit you upside the head. By that point in time you couldn't have fought back" he said and I sighed.
"Anyone could have done that" I said.
"So you are telling me some random person is in your house and you would accept a cup of coffee from them?" he said and I sighed. Well he has a point there but that doesn't mean Lena did it.
Lena
I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. Why can't anything go my way?
"So what happened?" he asked me and I sighed.
"Do I have a lawyer coming?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yes, he is on his way." he said.
"Then we wait until he comes." I said to him and he nodded impatiently. I don't trust myself to speak without a lawyer especially with him so out to get me.
Once my lawyer got here he immediately took control of the situation.
"You give us a minute" he said to the detective and he rolled his eyes before leaving.
"You didn't say anything right?" he asked and I shook my head.
"No don't trust myself" I said.
"Good you shouldn't" he said putting his hand out.
"Nathan Richman" he said and I shook his hand.
"Lena Adams Foster" I said.
"So I heard. Your wife is a good cop" he said.
"Yeah she is have you worked with her?" I asked.
"Handful of times, anyways you need to let me do the talking. " he said and I nodded.
"So let me get this straight and make sure I got this right. Your wife was home alone and she was badly beaten and she doesn't have memories of it?" he said and I nodded.
"Now they are saying I did it but I would never hurt her" I said and he nodded. He sat down across from me.
"Do you have an alibi?" he asked.
"I was driving home from work, my boss backed me up saying I was last seen only twenty minutes before the attack would have happened." I said and he sighed.
"A lot can happen in twenty minutes, how long does it take you to get home?" he asked.
"About ten minutes traffic was backed up for nearly a mile with construction" I said honestly and he nodded.
"Ok we will double check to make sure that route had traffic that day to rule out you being able to get home in time and they are running the pipe for prints and as long as yours aren't there you should be released soon" he said and I sighed of relief.
"Will that clear me?" I asked but I don't really expect it to.
"No unfortunately most people who intend on hurting someone wear gloves but maybe if you are lucky it wasn't planned." he said and I sighed.
"What about the traffic thing?" I asked.
"Possible however i'm sure they can argue there are other ways home" he said and I sighed. There are other ways home and I almost took the backway when I saw the traffic but the construction guy was standing right in front of that road.
"I… I just want this to blow over and them to catch who ever hurt my wife" I said and he nodded.
"Well first we need you off their suspect list" he said. The detective came back in.
"Do you have any sleep issues, Mrs. Adams Foster?" he asked me and I looked over at my lawyer confused.
"Not really why?" I asked.
"Your wife's exam came back and they found high levels of tylenol pm in her system probably caused by taking at least twice the amount she should." he said shocking me.
"She was drugged?" I asked feeling so bad for her. Were they in the house before she got home.
"Do you have Tylenol PM in your house, Ma'am?" he asked and my lawyer stepped in.
"Tylenol PM is an over the counter medication that can't be held against her if she has it or not" he said.
"Just a question" he said.
"When will the print analysis come back?" he asked and he sighed.
"Already did there is none" the lawyer said shocking me.
"She's still here why then?" he asked.
"Stef testified that she remembered the pipe from that day and that the person was wearing gloves" he said.
"She's remembering?" I asked glad she's at least getting her memory back of the incident.
"Yes just that though, we are trying some memory techniques on her but she's not very cooperative" he said sounding frustrated. Or she just only remembers that and he is getting irritated that she isn't exactly saying what he likes.
"What do you mean?" I asked i'm getting irritated with how he talks about her.
"Well she pretty much just stopped answering if you ask me she's keeping something hidden" he said sounding angry.
"Well we didn't" I said and the lawyer tried not to laugh.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"I don't like you accusing my wife of lying, she hasn't done anything wrong" I said and he sighed.
"Alright fair enough. Keep in mind that while your wife's memory is coming back you can't have contact with her" he said stopping me.
"What?" I asked.
"You don't have enough on her to do that" my lawyer argued.
"What is your relationship like with Monte Porter?" he said handing me a sheet of paper with text messages on it. What is this and what is this about Monte Porter.
"She was fired I haven't seen her in like six months" I said.
"The text say otherwise" he said.
"This isn't my number" I said logically.
"Tracfone bought on your credit card found in your car" he said putting the phone down in front of me. None of this makes sense I didn't buy a tracfone, I didn't send these messages and it wasn't in my car.
"I didn't buy it" I said and my lawyer interfered.
"At the best proof of an affair, not saying you did, but that doesn't mean she tried to kill her wife." he argued.
"Read the text and you will know we have enough to keep her and more than enough to not let her have contact with the victim" he said getting up and leaving and I felt tears come to my eyes.
"I didn't have an affair and I definitely didn't try to kill her" I defended myself and he read the text out loud.
"You supposedly: She has an appointment today so after she will be home
Her: Ok do you have everything?
You: I don't think I can do this, what about the kids?
Her: Don't worry,honey, we have it all planned out" he said and more tears came to my eyes.
"No, I didn't do this! I wouldn't do this! I love her, I would never hurt her" I said breaking down completely.
"Take a minute to get yourself together and then we will talk" he said leaving the room and I just sat there trying to catch my breath and calm myself down.
Stef
I looked down at the text messages and shook my head still trying to comprehend what is happening here.
"No this can't be right" I said tears in my eyes.
"I'm sorry Stef but the number traces back to her credit card" he said and I shook my head.
"There has to be…" I said trailing off and he gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Let me take you home" he said and I nodded. This has to be a mistake, right?
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