"Are you my little kumquat? My little pineapple? My little pumpkin?"
Jennifer asked Emily as she bathed her, Emily smiling in return. "Look at
that chubby tummy!! Mommy's gonna tickle it!" Jennifer laughed.
"I wish mommy would tickle my tummy once and a while." Nick said grinning, leaning against the bathroom door frame.
"I'll give you a raincheck. What are you doing home?" Jennifer asked as she pulled Emily out from the little baby bathtub.
"Greg." Nick said with a disconcerning look.
"Huh?" Jen asked in return as she wrapped a towel around their daughter.
"He was carrying a cup of coffee, cold thank god, and tripped and I was in the coffee's path and well. Can you wash my shirt for me when you have time, please?" Nick said as he walked into the bedroom pulling his shirt over his head. "Did you get her to stop crying?" Nick asked of Emily.
"Yeah. The bath did that for me. I put that stuff in there that your mom sent and well, it works."
"Awesome." Nick turned his attention to Emily who was very alert. "Hey my princess. If daddy holds you, are you gonna start crying again?" Emily blinked. "I'll take that as a no. Come here sweetheart." He took her from Jen and walked into the living room. "Any important mail?"
"Besides bills, bills, bills, we got some cards from family members, and something from the local neighborhood welcome wagon, and a letter addressed to you." Jennifer spoke as she handed Nick the white envelope. "Do you have a secret admirer that I don't know about." Jennifer grinned.
"Yeah. A Las Vegas Showgirls and a model." Nick sighed as he sat on the couch.
"You're still working on that case?"
"Yes. And they're all connected. It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Nick sighed once more and looked at Emily who was sucking on her fist. "Why don't I give you mom and she gets you clothed, and I'll see you when I get home from work huh, my little princess?" Emily looked at Nick and yawned. "Oh! So I'm not interesting huh." He let out a small laugh. "I think someone is very tired." He gave Emily a kiss on her forehead and gave her back to Jen. "And I'll see you later on this evening my beautiful, beautiful, sexy wife." He smirked.
Jennifer laughed. "Your too much Nicholas Stokes. Dinner will be in the fridge. I just may fall asleep before you get back."
"Don't worry. I'll be quiet as a church mouse." He smiled and closed the door behind him.
"Do you know this man Mr. Warren?" Catherine asked as she slid a picture of Carl Spencer across the interrogation room table.
"No. Sorry, I don't. You have to understand Ms. Willows. I meet a lot of people and sometimes it's very hard to remember faces."
"That's quite alright." Catherine paused. "His fingerprints were found in your room. Besides Miss Smith, was anyone else in your room, and how do you know the decedent?"
"Christine was my girlfriend. And not to my knowledge, no. She comes with me on all of my tours, she's my life. She keeps me grounded. Do you know how she died?"
"She was poisoned, but that's not the only thing that killed her." Warrick added. "Did you know she suffered from ulcers?"
"Yes. She took medication every day. Day in, day out. She tired so hard to stay stress free and eat foods that wouldn't bother them. How can someone die from ulcers?" Warren asked.
"It's unusual, but if the medication isn't taken, the acid eats away at the lining and can get into the bloodstream. And there's bacteria in the stomach acid, and that got into her bloodstream. But that was the underlying event that killed her. She ingested cyanide." Catherine spoke. "We're very sorry for your loss."
"Has anyone contacted her family?" Chris asked.
"No, not yet." Warrick said.
"If it is okay, I would like to do that. I'd prefer for her family to hear from me, rather than the police."
"That is understandable. Thank you for your time Mr. Warren." Catherine smiled and walked out with Warrick. "Poor guy. After all he's been through, recovering drug addict and alcoholic; he looses the love of his life."
"Ain't life a bitch." Warrick sighed.
"I wish mommy would tickle my tummy once and a while." Nick said grinning, leaning against the bathroom door frame.
"I'll give you a raincheck. What are you doing home?" Jennifer asked as she pulled Emily out from the little baby bathtub.
"Greg." Nick said with a disconcerning look.
"Huh?" Jen asked in return as she wrapped a towel around their daughter.
"He was carrying a cup of coffee, cold thank god, and tripped and I was in the coffee's path and well. Can you wash my shirt for me when you have time, please?" Nick said as he walked into the bedroom pulling his shirt over his head. "Did you get her to stop crying?" Nick asked of Emily.
"Yeah. The bath did that for me. I put that stuff in there that your mom sent and well, it works."
"Awesome." Nick turned his attention to Emily who was very alert. "Hey my princess. If daddy holds you, are you gonna start crying again?" Emily blinked. "I'll take that as a no. Come here sweetheart." He took her from Jen and walked into the living room. "Any important mail?"
"Besides bills, bills, bills, we got some cards from family members, and something from the local neighborhood welcome wagon, and a letter addressed to you." Jennifer spoke as she handed Nick the white envelope. "Do you have a secret admirer that I don't know about." Jennifer grinned.
"Yeah. A Las Vegas Showgirls and a model." Nick sighed as he sat on the couch.
"You're still working on that case?"
"Yes. And they're all connected. It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Nick sighed once more and looked at Emily who was sucking on her fist. "Why don't I give you mom and she gets you clothed, and I'll see you when I get home from work huh, my little princess?" Emily looked at Nick and yawned. "Oh! So I'm not interesting huh." He let out a small laugh. "I think someone is very tired." He gave Emily a kiss on her forehead and gave her back to Jen. "And I'll see you later on this evening my beautiful, beautiful, sexy wife." He smirked.
Jennifer laughed. "Your too much Nicholas Stokes. Dinner will be in the fridge. I just may fall asleep before you get back."
"Don't worry. I'll be quiet as a church mouse." He smiled and closed the door behind him.
"Do you know this man Mr. Warren?" Catherine asked as she slid a picture of Carl Spencer across the interrogation room table.
"No. Sorry, I don't. You have to understand Ms. Willows. I meet a lot of people and sometimes it's very hard to remember faces."
"That's quite alright." Catherine paused. "His fingerprints were found in your room. Besides Miss Smith, was anyone else in your room, and how do you know the decedent?"
"Christine was my girlfriend. And not to my knowledge, no. She comes with me on all of my tours, she's my life. She keeps me grounded. Do you know how she died?"
"She was poisoned, but that's not the only thing that killed her." Warrick added. "Did you know she suffered from ulcers?"
"Yes. She took medication every day. Day in, day out. She tired so hard to stay stress free and eat foods that wouldn't bother them. How can someone die from ulcers?" Warren asked.
"It's unusual, but if the medication isn't taken, the acid eats away at the lining and can get into the bloodstream. And there's bacteria in the stomach acid, and that got into her bloodstream. But that was the underlying event that killed her. She ingested cyanide." Catherine spoke. "We're very sorry for your loss."
"Has anyone contacted her family?" Chris asked.
"No, not yet." Warrick said.
"If it is okay, I would like to do that. I'd prefer for her family to hear from me, rather than the police."
"That is understandable. Thank you for your time Mr. Warren." Catherine smiled and walked out with Warrick. "Poor guy. After all he's been through, recovering drug addict and alcoholic; he looses the love of his life."
"Ain't life a bitch." Warrick sighed.
