The Investigation – Gathering Evidence

The Investigation – Gathering Evidence

Chapter 3

Back at headquarters, Detectives Morgan and Michaels are searching the web for information on Spencer Carlin and Ashley Davies.

"You know I can't find anything on Spencer Carlin," Detective Michaels says to his partner. "What are you googling, Carlin or Carlin-Hall?"

"I put in Carlin, she did say she changed her name."

"Yeah, well try Carlin-Hall," Detective Morgan said.

"Okay…"

"Bingo!..." Detective Michaels exclaims. "Look here Janice, it says Ms. Carlin is a professor at Princeton in the English Dept and is now the Chairperson of that department. She's thirty-two years old and she's currently engaged to Ms. Ashley Davies who is also employed at the University."

"Janice maybe you can google Ms. Davies while I continue with Ms. Carlin."

"Okay John."

"There's not too much on Ms. Davies, other than she's from Reno, Nevada born and raised. She graduated from Princeton at an accelerated pace… Suma Cum Laude. She's not just an instructor at Princeton, she's an assistant professor in the music department because of her scholastic aptitude and leadership ability she was hired by the university. She's a professional singer/guitarist. She has an impressive musical background for such a young age. Her father was rock star Raife Davies."

"Young!...what do you mean young, I thought they were the same age?" Detective Michaels said.

"No, Ms. Davies is twenty-five and you said Ms. Carlin is what?"

"Ms. Carlin is thirty-two years old," Detective Michaels said, "Wow!... that's a seven year age difference there. Talk about robbing the cradle."

"John, that is not a big age difference and who says women can't get a young lover… like you men do… hmm," Detective Morgan said.

"Well, Ms. Davies may not have much, but Ms. Carlin had some excitement in her life with her divorce two years ago and her relationship with the now deceased ex-husband," Detective Michaels said.

"It seems Ms. Carlin went to Reno for an uncontested divorce from Mr. Hall, but it suddenly got complicated. It doesn't say they went court to dissolve the marriage, just went before a judge. A settlement was worked out."

"A settlement… what kind of settlement and in whose favor?" Detective Morgan asked.

"Let me see… man I keep getting kick out of this window," Detective Michaels said.

"Let me look John, I don't know why you have so much trouble with your computer… the computer is your friend," Detective Morgan said laughing.

"Shut up Janice!" Detective Michaels said laughing at himself.

"Okay, let's see… settlement… here, the husband was receiving alimony in the amount of… wow!... forty-five thousand dollars a month."

"Holey Moley!" They both said. "Look here John he was supposed to get that for ten years."

"Ten years are you joking? Is that public record?" Detective Michaels asks.

"Yep!" Detective Morgan said.

"We need to pull up the file on this divorce. What went on in that marriage that she would have to pay her husband that amount of money?"

"Come on Janice, let's get to the courthouse, we need to see the complaints."

"John! What about the other interviews? We still need to talk to Arthur Carlin, Glen Carlin, Ms. Carlin's housekeeper and Dexter Hall's neighbors," Detective Morgan said.

"They can wait… let's go."

Sitting in Spencer's office at the University, Ashley notices Spencer not eating. "Why aren't you eating Spencer?" "I'm not hungry."

"What's the matter Spencer? Are you still upset over Dexter's death and the police coming to question you?"

"No, not really, I wonder what took so long for the bastard to get killed. The monies he was getting from me made him evil."

"Evil, he was already evil. That money made him worse than the Devil." Ashley said smiling.

"Spencer, you know the police always question people close to that person when there's a murder, there's nothing to be worried about. Look at the bright side, no more alimony!"

Spencer smiled at that… "you're right Ashley… I … I just have a strange feeling."

"Hey Spence! Let's go out to dinner tonight, I want to celebrate."

"Celebrate? Celebrate what?" Spencer asks tilting her head. Ashley put a big grin on her face. "I've been promoted…"

"Ashley!!" "They gave you the position."

"Yes! You're now looking at the Assistant Dean of the School of Music." "I am so proud of you, Ashley."

Spencer got up and gave Ashley a big hug and a long kiss which turned into a more passionate kiss. While they were still lip locked, Spencer picked up Ashley and placed her on top of the desk, caressing and sucking on Ashley's bottom lip. Ashley opens her mouth allowing Spencer in to explore her hot mouth with her tongue.

"Hmm…Spencer," Ashley moaned, kissing Spencer harder… bringing Spencer down on top of her. Spencer now had her hands under Ashley's dress, raising it up exposing her thighs… spreading them to allow herself more access to where she wanted her hands to be. "Hmm!... Spencer!… did you lock the…" just then Spencer's assistant walks in.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry Professor Carlin, I didn't know you were still here…" her assistant says red faced and embarrassed.

Ashley and Spencer hopped off the desk quickly, fixing their clothes, but were just as embarrassed as Spencer's assistant. "It's okay Tonya… um… we were… I was congratulating Professor Davies on her promotion to Assistant Dean."

"Oh! Well congratulations, Professor Davies." Tonya said not looking at either one of them in the eye. I'll just go now. Bye!"

"I'm sorry Ashley, next time I'll lock the door first before trying to fuck you… on my desk… in my office." Spencer said while Ashley shook her head laughing.

"So, where should we go to celebrate?" Ashley asked.

"How about our favorite Italian restaurant, then dancing."

"Sounds great Spence."

"I'll make reservations and meet you back here and we can go home together. See ya later," Ashley said.

"Goodbye Tonya," Spencer heard Ashley say to her assistant.

The Detectives arrive at the courthouse. "Hi, I'm Detective John Michaels and this is Detective Janice Morgan we're working on the Dexter Hall case." The clerk nodded, "I was kinda expecting you."

"Why?" the detectives said… "well I been working here a long time and you kinda get to know some of the more interesting complaints and cases that go through here. You know, it's like reading novels." "Yeah, remind me not to file my complaint in the city of New York. Nosey much," Detective Michaels said.

"Anyway!..." the clerk went on… "I saw on the news about that Mr. Hall and I remember his complaint, so I figure being the good New York detectives you are, you would probably come looking for the Hall's divorce complaints."

"Good deduction, Sherlock," "John be nice," Detective Morgan said.

"Well! Can we see it." "Oh yeah, yeah… here you go, got it all ready. Oh! and you have to sign to release it."

"Thank your Mr…." "Dean…" "Bye."

"Doesn't get out much does he," Detective Michaels said. Both detectives laughed walking out of the courthouse.

"Arthur I don't think you have anything to worry about, the police will find who killed Dexter," Heather said to her husband. "I mean you don't think Spencer would…" "Heaven's no Heather, Spencer wouldn't hurt a fly, but you know the police. They could have a list of suspects, but if they find anything that could be a motive of that one suspect, they forget about the other suspects."

"I should have had those complaints and settlement sealed from public records," Arthur said.

"I am afraid if the police start looking into those files there going to think…" "Arthur stop it. You going to make yourself sick," Heather said.

"I'll tell you what, let me call Mr. Townes. Alert him to the fact that we might need him. You remember when we pulled up his background before he came for that meeting two years ago."

'Yes, yes he was a criminal attorney then changed his field of expertise," Arthur said.

"I don't want to just alert him, call him and get him up here. Get the corporate jet ready to go. You know what Heather, give me his number, I'll call him myself."

I can't believe that Bastard is still wrecking havoc in this family and he's dead, Arthur thought to himself.