Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter twenty-one of "Outside Love." I'm glad it took just five days to get out. This chapter has lots of Jason/Trini. It has sexual content. Like before, don't read it if it makes you feel uncomfortable. Otherwise, you may read at your own risk. Jenny is questioned by the detectives in this chapter. Stay tuned for chapter twenty-two.
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Chapter 21: Some Loving/Talking/Interrogation
Jason put a spoonful of sugar into a coffee-filled mug in the Scott residence's kitchen. He stirred the contents before tapping the spoon on the side of the mug three times. He laid the spoon on the counter. He sipped his coffee, nodding in approval. He took another sip and placed it on the counter. He hit the counter with his hands in a rhythmic fashion.
He looked around the kitchen. The kitchen was large and contained bright blue walls and blue cabinets. It had a bar with five stools and a hardwood table with five unmatching chairs. The floor happened to be white and made of tile. A scratch extended from the middle to just the table. A portable TV sat near the sink next to the coffeemaker.
He focused his attention on the TV. An anchorman talked about Tommy's attempted murder. He felt relief that the story was getting out. He hated that his best friend had to be in the hospital, but he understood the staff was just trying to be safe. He was glad Kim stayed there with him, for he thought it gave him a sense of peace.
Jason put his coffee down as the anchorman finished his report on the attempted murder. He heard footsteps. He looked up to see Trini coming his way. She adjusted the sleeves on her gray jacket. She smoothed out her white long-sleeved shirt that had an embedded silver necklace at the top with both hands. She ran her fingers through her hair three times. She stopped before him.
"Hey, Trini," he greeted.
"Hey, Jason," she replied and put her hands on her sides. "How do I look?"
"You look great," Jason answered, flicking her chin. "You always do after you get ready for work."
"I can't wait until I move into your house after we are married. The best thing about it is we are having our wedding before Christmas Break," Trini whispered excitedly. "We will have a two-week honeymoon at your uncle's cabin."
"The honeymoon is going to be so much fun," Jason said, taking his hands into hers. "We get to make love as much as we want. We won't have to worry about anyone barging in on us."
"Don't forget to lock the door the next time we have a get-together at any of our friends' houses," Trini warned in a stern voice.
He pointed his finger in her face. "You shouldn't forget to do that either."
"You better point that finger somewhere else, or I'll—" Trini growled playfully.
"Or you'll do what, bite it off and eat it?" Jason teased.
She snickered. "Something like that."
She ruffled his hair. She screamed in surprise when at his squeezing her neck. She waved her hand in front of his face. She moved it upward. She jerked it downward in a rapid motion. He pretended to slap her in the cheek. She rushed two fingers forward. He blocked her by holding his hand between his eyes sideways. He pushed hers downward. They put their arms at their sides with quiet laughs.
"I can't get enough of doing that Three Stooges routine with you," Trini admitted with a big smile on her face.
"Me neither. I remember the episode called 'Calling All Curs.' Curly pretended to sing opera and did his nyuk-nyuk-nyuk. Moe poked him in the eye. Curly yelled he couldn't see. He said he had his eyes closed when Moe asked what was wrong. He was rewarded with another eye poke from him," Jason explained, snickering.
"Curly was well known for having the 'indestructible' head. It could take being hit with just about anything," Trini said, licking her lips. "Unfortunately, that eventually led to him suffering a major stroke combined with other factors." She frowned.
"Curly Howard died at the age of forty-eight in 1952. He left behind a legacy filled with laughs," Jason murmured in a gentle voice.
"My favorite trick of his was falling on the ground and pivoting on his shoulder as he 'walked' in a circular motion. People have tried to do that trick, but they found it impossible," Trini said, stifling a laugh.
"I was one of those people who tried to do that," Jason said, looking a little embarrassed. "I didn't come close to 'walking' in a circular motion on my shoulder." He blew a raspberry.
"You did look cute, though," Trini squeaked, pinching his nose. "Anyway, I am going to get a mug. I want to fix me some coffee."
"Go right ahead," Jason responded with a wink. "I don't mind."
Trini walked over to the cabinet beside the refrigerator. She opened it and began searching for a mug. Jason came up behind her. He pulled her hair aside and began kissing her neck. She became stiff at his hands going to her breasts and fondling them through her shirt.
"Jason, I have to leave for—" Trini started, gasping when he pressed her crotch into her butt. She felt him nibble on her ear and trace it with his tongue. She couldn't hold back a moan. "Oh, shit. Yes. Yes!"
"That's it, Trini," Jason growled seductively. He squeezed her breasts while pressing his crotch further into her butt. He chuckled at her excited groans. "Let every bit of it out."
Jason turned his fiancée around. He took her hands, pulling her away from the counter to the center of the kitchen. He grabbed her cheeks and kissed her passionately. They wrapped their arms around each other. Their tongues dueled for control. Their hearts beat very hard. Electricity went through their bodies at such a rapid rate that it seemed it would never stop.
He slipped her jacket off and threw it to the floor. He planted kisses on her neck before licking at it. She leaned her head back, moaning pleasurably. He pulled away from it. They kissed once more. They wrapped their arms around each other. He turned their bodies. He moved them toward the table. He broke the kiss and looked at it. He cleared it with a single sweep of his hand. He laid her down on it. He got on top of her. He put his weight on her as he cradled himself in between her legs. He thrusted against her, causing her to moan pleasurably.
"That feels incredible, Jason," she said in a breathless. He leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers. His lips were almost on hers. Suddenly, he pulled away. She looked at him confusingly. "Jase, what—"
"Shh," he answered, putting a finger to her lips. "Trust me."
Jason smiled slyly at his fiancée and gave her a wink. He slid his hands down her body. He stopped at the waistband on her gray skirt. He grabbed it. He proceeded to pull it and her white underwear down slowly. She giggled as she could tell was teasing her. She raised her hips. This allowed him to pull them off. He threw them to the floor. He began caressing her thighs sensually.
Trini looked at her fiancé, her eyes showing much lust. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were dilated. She sat up. She unbuttoned her shirt while keeping her eyes on him. He smiled with much seduction. He took off his t-shirt and undid the bow-tied strings. He removed his black shorts and blue underwear. He tossed them aside while growling lustfully.
She finished unbuttoning her shirt, taking it off. She tossed it to the floor before taking his hand. He climbed onto the table. He laid her down, getting in between her legs. He rested his full weight on her. They kissed passionately, their hands groping and wandering everywhere. He slid his hand downward, stopping in between her legs. He started fondling her wet folds. She moaned pleasurably into his mouth. The familiar fire began to build within them.
"Damn it," Trini growled in much delight. She whimpered when he upped his pace. "Shit! Yes!"
Jason pulled his hand away before climbing off Trini. He stood on the floor, a lustful growl leaving his mouth. He leaned down and nuzzled his face against her entrance. He ran his tongue up and down the flesh. He plunged it inside her. He fondled her folds slowly at first, but he became ravenous. She moaned excitedly. He teased her clit with his tongue. She whimpered ecstatically while moving her hips along with his motions. He bit her clit very hard. She screamed while coming. She was so lost in it that she couldn't breathe.
Trini came down from her high as a sated feeling rushed through her body. Jason climbed back on top of her and settled in between her legs. He kissed her. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste her sweetness. He trailed kisses to her neck. He nibbled on it before giving it a gentle blow. He smothered it with hungry kisses. She turned her head to give him better access.
He pressed a hard kiss to her lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. He explored every inch of it. She tried to hold back a moan, but she couldn't help herself. She slid her hands up and down his back. The fire within them was building to such a point that they thought they were about to explode. He broke away from her. He stared into her eyes.
"Jason, I want you inside me right now," Trini growled with much fierceness.
"Okay," Jason answered lustfully. He worked her legs around his hips. He reached between them to take himself in hand. "Are you ready?"
She whimpered. "Yes, I am. Go rough with me. Please."
He nodded at her. "As you wish."
Jason moved toward Trini's entrance. He entered her quickly and roughly. He leaned down, breathing heavily. He kissed her as he braced himself on his hands above her shoulders. He started thrusting in and out of her. He was rough and fast. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled his full weight down on her. He slipped his hands underneath her shoulders. He used them as leverage while moving. Her hands wandered all over his body. He pressed her forehead against hers.
"I look forward to impregnating you," Jason growled huskily. "I want a baby with you so much."
"I want a baby just as much as you do," Trini whimpered and moaned when he kissed her neck. "Don't stop. Keep going."
Jason's thrusting became rougher and faster. He buried his face in Trini's neck to muffle his moans. She bit her lip, quieting hers. They couldn't imagine anything better than this. He could feel he was getting close to climaxing. However, he didn't want to come first. He wanted her to come with him at the same time. He jerked a hand between them and massaged her clit. She moaned loudly.
"Shit!" Trini screamed breathlessly. "Damn."
"Are you getting close?" Jason asked and clenched his teeth.
"Yes," she replied and whimpered softly. "Yes!"
"So am I. Come with me, Trini," he said intensely. His thrusts became rougher and faster. His fingers increased their speed. "Come right now!"
Jason made three simultaneous movements from his fingers and hips to bring himself and Trini to climax with no time in between. He clenched his teeth while coming with a lustful growl. She emitted a low yet deep moan. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him during the throes of her climax. She loosened her grip once it subsided.
He panted very hard. His hot breath hit her neck, causing the skin to break out in goosebumps. Their heartbeats slowed down until they returned to normal. He raised his head, laying it on her chest. He sighed contently at her soft breathing. She stroked his head with one hand and his back with the other. He smiled against her chest. He chuckled breathlessly.
"Talk about a great lovemaking session," he said.
"Tell me about it. We've had quite the morning. We made love in your bed after you woke me up. We took a shower and made love there. We made love after I showed off my work outfit," she squeaked warmly.
"I have a feeling we will be doing lots of lovemaking every time we get together. I am very eager to have a baby with you quickly," Jason admitted, smiling. He removed his head from her chest and looked at her. "Yes, I am."
"I am just as eager to have a baby quickly as you are," Trini whispered lovingly. "I hope we conceive before our wedding. It'd be great if we announced to everyone that we were expecting."
"I'd love that. Then again, it would be just as great if we announced we were expecting at Tommy and Kim's wedding. Even better is if they announced that too," Jason said in amazement.
"Two couples expecting babies at the same time," Trini murmured with a giggle. "It's a wonderful thought."
The lovebirds kissed tenderly. They rubbed noses before pressing their foreheads together. They breathed in each other's scents.
"As much as I want to keep laying with you like this, you need to get to work," Jason muttered sadly.
"I know," Trini whispered with a frown. Suddenly, an idea came to her. She smiled widely. "How about I come over and have dinner with you? We can spend time together afterward."
He expressed happiness. "I'd love that. Now, let me get off you, so you can go."
She growled playfully. "Come on. Let's go on the double!"
Jason saluted his fiancée and got off her. He grabbed her hands, helping her stand up. They gathered their clothes. They put on their underwear. He put on his shorts, as did she with her skirt. He tied them, and she slipped on her shirt and buttoned it up. She put on her jacket and headed for the bathroom. He approached the counter, getting his coffee. He drank some more of it.
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Trini was waiting to turn left at a red light in her green Mercedes forty minutes later. The left blinker was flashing. She looked around the interior. The exterior appeared new with the exception of a few faded spots of paint. Dirt could be seen along the bottom of the driver's side. A tiny dent was in the middle of the bumper. Bird poop was in the upper left corner of the windshield.
She turned toward the radio. She listened to the DJ talking about Jenny's crime. She heard him speak disdainfully about Kim. She bit her lip. She wasn't surprised that he was doing that. She remembered all the times the mistresses were blamed for the demise of marriages, even if they had no idea their lovers were married. She wished society would hold men as responsible for the infidelity as they did women.
She was startled by a loud honk. She looked at a car in the lane next to her. She rolled her eyes as the driver spoke inaudible words and slammed his hand on the dashboard angrily. She wanted to get out of her car and give him a lecture on patience so badly. Then again, it wasn't worth the trouble, as he wouldn't likely listen.
The light became green with the left turning arrow. Trini turned left as the car sped straight, its tires screeching. She pushed the blinker bar up, the blinker stopping its flashing. She saw a large white sign reading 'Jones Law Firm' in large black letters on her right. She turned into the parking lot. She parked in a space at the edge of it. She turned off the engine.
Trini stared at the large building that contained six floors. She grabbed her purse from the floor on the passenger's side. She got her briefcase from that seat. She got out and made her way toward the building. She saw her boss, fifty-eight-year-old Tyler Jones, coming toward her. She saw he had his briefcase in his hand.
Tyler chewed gum. He was Caucasian and was quite tall. His frame was very muscular. His skin was rather tanned. He had no hair on his head whatsoever, though he did have a black beard with streaks of gray in it. His eyes were brown, and they had freckles underneath them. His face had many wrinkles, including laugh lines.
"Good morning, Trini," Tyler greeted as he and Trini stopped before each other.
"Good morning, Tyler," Trini answered warmly. They headed inside. "How are you doing?"
"I am doing quite well," Tyler said, moving his neck with a grimace. "What about you?"
"I am doing well myself, though it was a long night due to Tommy being in the ER," Trini admitted. "I stayed at Jason's place last night because I didn't want to be alone."
"It's understandable. I heard about the attempted murder on the news this morning. When I was driving down the road, I listened to different opinions by various DJs," Tyler explained. "Some of them were downright ugly toward Tommy and Kim."
She huffed. "No shit. Society needs to change its attitude toward cheating men and women. Both should be held accountable. The same goes for male and female lovers."
He exhaled sharply. "I hear you. Unfortunately, it's not going to change anytime soon."
Trini and Tyler came to three elevators. They approached the second one. She pressed the up button. They saw the four light up. They looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
"Tommy has hired me to be his divorce lawyer. He wants me to get him forms and bring them to the hospital, so he can fill them out," Trini said.
"I don't blame him for wanting to get the ball rolling on his divorce. You do know Jenny will try to get some of his assets, despite she is in jail," Tyler responded in a serious voice.
"Oh, I am anticipating it. If she gets the house, she will likely try to sell it for money to use in jail. If she is released on bail, she will find a friend to stay with," Trini pointed out.
"It is unlikely she will be released on bail," Tyler said with a quiet huff. "She is too much of a flight risk. She would likely try to get revenge on Kim for 'destroying' her marriage if she were released."
"Tommy and Kim have taken responsibility for their affair," Trini commented and scratched her cheek. "They feel regret for what they did, especially him. They plan to get married six months after the divorce is final. I will be the maid of honor at their wedding."
"I can't say I am surprised. You and Kim have been best friends since you were very young," Tyler said, patting her back.
"Our parents were pretty mad when Jason, Zack, Billy, and I confessed what we had been doing," Trini mumbled, showing embarrassment. "They calmed down and said they supported Tommy and Kim. They said they'd come to the wedding. All four of us were there when Kim confessed everything to her and Tommy's parents in the waiting room. They were very angry, but they calmed down and declared their support for them. They plan to attend the wedding too."
"A circle of friends and family is very important," Tyler said honestly. "Without support, people can't get through life."
Tyler and Trini looked up to see the three light up. The two and one followed suit. The elevator doors opened with a loud ding. They went inside. She pressed five after the doors closed. The elevator started to go to the fifth floor.
"I expect today to be a little long due to helping a friend to file for divorce," she admitted. "Jenny should be undergoing interrogation with Detective Olsen and Detective Roundtree anytime now."
"Something tells me Jenny will ask for a lawyer during the interrogation and will plead not guilty by reason of self-defense," he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "So many female murderers have used the old I-was-defending-myself-against-an-abusive-man story that people are doubting domestic violence victims."
"Wendi Andriano used it against Joe. Jodi Arias used it against Travis Alexander. It is highly likely this case will be compared to their murder cases," Trini hissed angrily and mumbled obscenities in Vietnamese.
"The difference is Tommy survived Jenny's attempt on his life," Tyler commented in much awe. "He was lucky he had those handcuffs and that rope. Otherwise, he could've been injured much worse."
Trini became thoughtful. "Thank God that Tommy and Jenny never had any children. It is likely they would've had a bitter custody battle over them. She would've done everything in her power to make him look like a monster."
"Even if she did, something tells me the judge would've given him full custody of the children and her visitation only every other weekend," Tyler replied, clicking his tongue.
"I agree," Trini said and suppressed a yawn.
Tyler let out a long exhale. "Enough about Jenny. Let's talk about you being such a sought-after divorce lawyer."
Trini smiled as she and her boss turned their attention toward the doors. They proceeded to talk about her start in his law firm.
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An officer approached the entrance to the Angel Grove Police Department. He stopped before it and looked up, revealing the large building had five floors. He went inside and passed thirty-nine-year-old Penny Winslow sitting at the front desk. The front room was filled with loud chatter and loud ringing phones. Eight dispatcher desks happened to be behind the front desk. They were arranged in two rows. Each row had four. A door was in the corner. It led into a hallway that went to interrogation rooms. Benches could be seen in a number of areas. This included one near the hallway door.
Penny looked through her notes. She was Caucasian and happened to be around Millie's height. She supported a muscular frame. Her skin was so pale that she looked like a sheet. Her short brown hair was straight with the exception of curls at the ends. Her face had so many pimples that a picture could be drawn on her face by connecting them.
Penny heard lively chatter and looked toward two officers taking a handcuffed criminal toward the hallway door. She sighed warmly. She loved it when she heard officers talked about how much they enjoyed their careers. It brought joy to her heart. She couldn't count the number of criminals she brought in during her ten years with the police department.
Penny started thinking about Jenny. She recalled listening to officers and dispatchers talk about what the young woman did to Tommy when she came in four hours ago. Though she didn't approve of cheating, she hated that Jenny tried to kill him. She was glad he was filing for divorce from her. She hoped he would be able to keep all his assets, as she knew his wife would do everything in her power to clean him out, though she would be in jail.
Approaching footfalls caused Penny to snap out of her thoughts. She looked ahead to see Jerome coming her way. He had a coffee-filled cup in his hand. His hat was tucked under his arm. He took a long sip of his coffee. He came to her side. She gazed at him and smiled. She watched him drink a little more of his coffee.
"Good morning, Lieutenant Stone," she greeted.
"Good morning yourself, Officer Winslow," he replied and chuckled softly. "How are you doing?"
"I am doing fine. You?" Penny wondered, raising her eyebrows
"I am fine too," Jerome answered honestly. He looked at the side of his coffee cup. "I had to get a McDonald's coffee before I came into work."
"I love McDonald's coffee," Penny said, squeaking delightfully. She slipped a lock of hair behind her ear. "It tastes so good."
"It sure does," Jerome agreed and frowned. "Unfortunately, I've had my coffee spilled on me when I bumped into people several times. It wasn't hot, but it was still embarrassing because I ended up with a big stain on my shirt every time."
"It sucks when you spill your coffee, but at least Cheer gets the stain out every time. It is such a great detergent," Penny commented with pride.
"We can always try new detergents if we want," Jerome pointed out and moved his neck with a grimace. "New ones are coming out all the time."
Jerome and Penny observed an officer taking a handcuffed criminal toward the hallway door. They turned to each other.
"I am sure you heard about Tommy's attempted murder," Jerome whispered with a frown.
"It is all over the radio and TV. People were talking about it when I came in at five-thirty. Some were blaming Kim for the demise of Tommy and Jenny's marriage," Penny explained, rolling her eyes. "They blamed both of them for Jenny's attack on him." She shook her head in disbelief.
He sighed heavily. "I overheard two men calling Kim a slut while I was waiting to get my coffee. They said she was the reason Tommy and Jenny's marriage failed. They claimed he got what he deserved."
"Why am I not surprised?" Penny muttered irritatingly. "People said Dan and Linda Broderick deserved to be murdered by Betty because they had an affair behind her back for three years. They did bully her through legal means, but that is no justification for murder."
"Betty is set to have her first parole hearing next year. I doubt she will show any remorse for what she did. She didn't when she turned herself in to police," Jerome commented seriously.
She gritted her teeth. "I hope the parole board denies her request for parole. I consider her still dangerous to society."
"Me too. I wanted to go over there and punch those men's lights out, but that would've made me look bad," Jerome mumbled, looking embarrassed.
"No kidding," Penny said, clearing her throat. "They probably would've called police and filed charges for assault."
"A police officer getting arrested for assault is ironic," Jerome admitted, sipping his coffee. "It does happen, though."
"Bad cops are all over the country. Not even rural areas are immune to them," Penny grumbled, getting a little angry. "The crap they pull make people not trust the police."
Jerome became a little tense. "Do you remember when Officer Keyes was arrested for murdering her husband when he announced he was divorcing her after years of emotional abuse last year?"
"Boy, do I ever! She was brought in kicking and screaming. She said she couldn't be arrested because she was a cop," Penny answered, scoffing. "Just because you are a cop doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
"That's right. Unfortunately, some cops never learn that lesson," Jerome said in sadness.
Penny huffed. "Screw them. They aren't worth a shit."
He nodded in agreement. He drank the rest of his coffee and threw the cup in the trashcan next to her.
"I hope Detective Olsen and Detective Roundtree's questioning Jenny goes well," Jerome murmured.
"I won't be surprised if she spins the old I-was-an-abused-woman-defending-myself tale," Penny growled frustratingly.
"She looks like the type of woman who enjoys seeing herself as the victim," Jerome pointed out and mumbled obscenities in Spanish. "Some people just might believe she was abused. You really don't know what is going on behind closed doors."
"So true," Penny agreed.
He gestured toward the hallway door. "I better get to my office."
She nodded at him. "Sure. I'll see you later."
Penny watched Jerome go through the hallway door and out of sight. She shifted her attention back to her notes.
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Jenny sat in a chair in a first-floor interrogation room. She drank black coffee from a cup. She set it down and folded her arms. She laid them on the table. She tapped her fingers against her elbow. She looked around the small room. The table happened to be short. One chair was in front of her. Two chairs were on either side of it.
Jenny looked at her watch and sighed impatiently. She wished the detectives would get here. She wanted to get this questioning over with. She felt she was right to delay it until this morning. She needed a good night's sleep, so her head would be clear. She did sleep well, though the cell bed she slept in was a tiny bit uncomfortable. She felt fortunate not to have back problems because she wouldn't have been able to sleep at all.
The sound of the door opening caused the young woman to turn toward it. She saw Jack and Millie come in. Millie had a folder tucked underneath her arm. Both of them held coffee-filled cups. He closed it behind him. Jenny placed her hands behind her head as she smirked at them. He went to the chair in front of her. Millie approached the one on her left. Jenny wiggled her eyebrows.
"Good morning, Detective Olsen, Detective Roundtree. It's nice to see you two," Jenny said with a snicker.
"I hope your head is clear enough for us to question you about your attempt to murder Tommy, Jenny," Jack answered, sitting down along with Millie.
"It is," Jenny insisted and looked at each of the detectives' hair. "Besides, you two could use haircuts. I think buzz cuts would suit you two just fine." She giggled.
"Don't kid around, young lady," Millie said sternly and put her cup down. Her partner followed suit with his. "This is not the time for it."
"This is an interrogation," Jack added seriously. "That means we are here to ask questions about what you did to your husband."
"I know that. I just wanted to liven up the mood," Jenny commented proudly. "Go ahead. Ask me whatever you want."
Jack and Millie sighed heavily. They leaned forward as Jenny laid her hands on the table. They grabbed their coffees to take long sips. They put them down before yawning.
"Tommy and Kim told us everything about their affair when we questioned them," Jack said, rubbing his nose.
"Did you ever suspect that Tommy was having an affair with Kim behind your back?" Millie asked.
Jenny shook her head rapidly. "Not at all. They did a damn good job of hiding it from me. I mean, it went on for a year. It probably would've gone on longer had he not confessed to me." She chuckled to herself and tapped her fingers on the table. "I did find him missing from the house a few times in the middle of the night, but I suspected he was on a walk in the neighborhood. He went on walks when he couldn't sleep."
Jack propped his head up with his elbow. "I see."
"How long did these walks last?" Millie wondered and furrowed her brow.
"He said he was gone for at least thirty minutes most of the time. He said one walk lasted an hour," Jenny explained.
Millie ran her tongue all over the inside of her mouth. "I can understand why he went on those walks. He couldn't sleep because of the arguments he had with you."
Jack and Millie brought their chairs up to the table. They leaned even closer to Jenny, who bit her lip. They narrowed their eyes at her.
"We found several journals Tommy kept under his bed," Millie said, crossing her arms.
"Hey, you can't—" Jenny started, getting angry.
"Tommy gave us permission to search his house," Jack interrupted sharply. "The gathering of evidence was done legally. That house is still a crime scene. We can go back and search it again for more evidence. There is not a damn thing you can do about it." He snorted.
"Tommy's journals contain entries with vivid details about how badly you treated him over the last two years," Millie commented.
Jenny scoffed and shook her head. "He's a fucking liar. I never treated him badly. He treated me badly. He abused me."
"I don't think so, Jenny," Jack retorted and gritted his teeth. "If you were really an abused woman, you wouldn't see yourself as that."
Millie pointed her finger at the suspect. "Tommy doesn't look like the type of man who would beat a woman, no matter how mad he got at her. He has always walked away from her."
"It's true," Jenny insisted. "He beat me up a lot. I covered up my bruises with makeup to make sure no one saw them. When he confessed his affair to me, I got mad at him. Then he slapped me and tried to choke me. I fended him off with a bat. He got the steak knife and tried to stab me. I grabbed it away from him and stabbed him."
"If Tommy choked you, then why don't you have marks on your neck from that? If he slapped you, why don't you have a bruise on your cheek?" Jack demanded.
"How come we found only your fingerprints on the knife if he went after you with it?" Millie added.
"I have no clue whatsoever," Jenny answered with a huff. "All I am saying is he has been abusing me for quite some time."
Jack shook his head. "All the evidence points to you as the abuser."
"Oh, that's a bunch of bullshit. I never laid a finger on him," Jenny yelled defiantly.
"Abuse doesn't have to be physical. Another type is called emotional abuse. Controlling and possessiveness are among the signs of it. You emotionally abused Tommy by being controlling and possessive toward him. You only turned physical when you slapped him after he confessed his affair to you," Millie explained in a stern voice.
"His journals contain evidence of your controlling and possessive behavior. We believe every word he said," Jack added and cleared his throat.
Jenny mouthed the detective's words in a mocking manner. Millie scoffed loudly and shook her head in disbelief.
"You just had to mock my partner, didn't you?" Millie asked irritatingly.
"Yep," Jenny said and moved her eyebrows up and down. She emitted a soft giggle. "I am proud of it."
"This is not a game, Jenny. The charges against you are very serious. You are looking at life in prison without parole if you are convicted. The public doesn't look kindly on those who harm police officers," Jack commented fiercely.
"I am aware of that," Jenny responded and chuckled to herself. "I shouldn't be shamed for defending myself against Tommy."
"We don't believe your I-was-an-abused-wife-who-was-defending-myself story. We highly doubt the public will believe it either," Millie insisted in seriousness.
"In that case, I have decided to stop answering your questions," Jenny said, leaning toward the duo. "I want a lawyer."
"All right," Millie answered, letting out a quiet sigh. "We need to take your picture first."
Jack, Millie, and Jenny rose to their feet. Millie grabbed the folder. They headed out the door and turned left. They went down the hallway as an officer passed them.