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xXx Leanne xXx


Chapter Seven

Sam closed her eyes, the exhaustion of the day finally getting to her. When she opened them, she found Phil standing there. She sat up, "hi," she said faintly.

Phil came into the cell and pulled her to her feet. He wrapped her in a tight hug. "Hi sweetheart, I'm going to get you out of here, I promise!" He said quietly. They pulled apart and he kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Have you called Abi?" Sam asked anxiously, breaking the physical contact between them.

Phil nodded. "There's a small problem though, in that Abi's sitting her mid term assessments and she won't be able to make it down here for another three days at least!" He said.

Sam heaved a sigh, "Oh, I forgot about her exam!" She said. "Chloe will have to go into a care home until she gets here. Who's with her at the moment?" She asked.

"PC Hinckley!" He said.

"How is she?"

Phil smiled, "She's okay," he reassured her. "She was a bit upset at first, but she soon cheered up when Emma gave her a chocolate muffin."

A wan smile flitted across her face, and then faded. "Can you call the social worker, arrange to have her picked up?" She asked.

Phil hesitated before starting to speak. "Sam I don't know if it's what you'd want, but I can look after Chloe until Abi gets here…?" He finished.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I mean Chloe knows me, It's got to be better than being with strangers…" He explained. "So what do you think?"

She hugged him, her eyes filling with tears again. "It's a perfect solution, if you honestly don't mind." She said.

"Of course I don't…" Phil told her. "I'd do anything for you, you know I would."

He moved to kiss her again, but thought better of it, as Terry poked his head around the cell. "Sarge, MIT are here! They're ready to see you now Sam, I've been told to take you down there!"

Sam nodded and stood up. "Okay!" She said nervously.

Phil looked at Terry, "You couldn't just give us a minute, could you mate?" He asked.

Terry nodded, "Sure, I'll wait outside!" He walked out of the cell and started pacing up and down the corridor.

Phil took Sam's lily-white hands in his own. "Just tell them what you told me," He said. "And remember, you didn't do anything wrong. Your only crime was wanting to protect yourself and your daughter so badly, that you had to resort to desperate measures!" He finished, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and a hug. "Good Luck Sam!"

"Interview with Samantha Nixon, commencing 21:03 pm. Present are Samantha Nixon, Melanie Jacques – her solicitor, DI Shelton, and myself, DCI Morrell." She said for the tape. "Right Samantha, can you tell us, in your own words, what happened at your house this evening, from when you went home to when you were arrested at 19:22pm for the murder of your husband?"

Sam glanced at Melanie, who gave her an encouraging smile before she began to speak. "I went home after work, Stuart was already there…I…I needed to talk to him…"

"What about?" DI Shelton asked.

"I told him that I wanted a divorce, that it was over!" She answered.

"Okay, how did he take the news?" DCI Morrell questioned.

"He was angry, we rowed… then I asked him to leave!" Sam recounted.

"What was the row about?"

Sam shrugged, "About who would get custody of our daughter…" She replied.

"Chloe?" DCI Morrell confirmed. Sam nodded. "So where was Chloe when all this was happening?"

"Upstairs… watching a DVD I think… I didn't want her to see us fighting!" She said by way of explanation.

"Then what happened?" DI Shelton jumped in again.

"Stuart refused to leave, so I said me and Chloe would go instead… I went upstairs to pack up some of our things, and when we came downstairs, I turned to unlock the door, Stuart was just standing there with a knife!"

"We?"

Sam nodded. "Me and Chloe!" She answered.

"What did you do next?"

"I sent Chloe back upstairs, I wasn't about to put her in any danger…" She said.

"Would Stuart really have harmed Chloe do you think?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't know, but I wasn't about to take any chances…like I said he was angry… and drunk, who knows what he'd have done?"

"Okay," DCI Morrell said writing something down on a notepad. "Did Stuart say anything at this point?"

"Yes, he said… he said…" She broke off, looking at the table.

"Take your time!" The DCI said.

Sam took a sip from her glass of water, "he said that if he couldn't have me, then he was going to make sure that no-one else could either…anyway… I tried to talk him out of it…"

"Did it work?"

She shook her head. "No, I just made him worse…he told me to shut up, and he…he grabbed me, and put the knife to my throat…"

"What did you do?"

"There wasn't anything I could do!" Sam replied, suppressing a yawn.

"Didn't you scream… cry out for help?" DI Shelton asked.

"I couldn't…he had his hand across my mouth…we struggled."

"Was that when you sustained the injury to your arm?"

Sam shook her head. "No!" She said. "No it wasn't, he let go of me and we sat down to talk… I thought I could persuade him to let us leave… except that it didn't quite work out like that!" She finished.

"What went wrong?"

She shrugged, "I don't know… one minute we were having a civilized adult discussion and the next he'd gone off on one again…he came towards me with the knife…"

"You must have been scared?"

"I was terrified," Sam told them. "I really thought I was going to die!"

"What did you do next?" DCI Morrell asked, passing her a box of tissues.

"When I saw him advancing towards me with the knife I…" She swallowed, fighting back tears. "I panicked… I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, and… and…" Tears started streaming down her cheeks. "I hit him!" She whispered finally. "He fell to the floor and…" Sam began to tremble as sobs shook her body.

DI Shelton exchanged a glance with his superior, who nodded and said. "Okay, that'll do for now! Interview suspended at 21:47pm!"


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