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Secret Past
Chapter 1 – Daddy's Girl
Woody was tired. He wasn't used to being a parent yet and so the crying baby in the night was still something he was getting used to. Jordan was staying home with the baby until her maternity leave was up and then Woody was taking 2 weeks off to give them a little extra time to find a babysitter and bond with his daughter. He looked at the picture on his desk of his beautiful baby girl and his wife. Jordan and Emily he smiled. His time off started in only 3 days and he knew he needed to complete all paperwork before leaving, so he left Framus and Seely to pick up most of his field work. "Detective Hoyt, Dr. Macy is here to see you."
"Thanks," he said as he got up from his desk and wandered out to see Garret. "Hey Doc, what's up?"
"We found a fingerprint on the knife that killed her and it belongs to her husband." Woody and Garret had been working on this case for 2 days searching for any reason why this young suburban wife was found dead. Woody had interrogated the husband a dozen times but had no convicting evidence. Her body was covered in his DNA but that was circumstantial because they were married.
"Finally," Woody said. "I was beginning to think this case wasn't going anywhere."
Woody had the husband brought back in for questioning. Garret watched from behind the mirror. "So, Mr. Smith, bet you're wondering why you're back here?"
"What do you have something new to bug me about. I didn't kill my wife. You have nothing on me."
"Well your fingerprint on the murder weapon, buried in the garden isn't really nothing Mr. Smith. Now do you want to talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about. So what my fingerprints could have gotten there because I touched the weapon before it was a weapon."
"Mr. Smith, do I look stupid to you?"
"Do you want the honest answer?"
"Very funny, your fingerprint was on the murder weapon in your wife's blood. So regardless of what you say, you touched the weapon after it was a weapon."
"Yeah, well you don't understand. My wife wasn't the angel the whole neighborhood thought she was. She had secrets, secrets that caused her to lose her life."
"Oh you get to be the judge of that?"
"I may have killed my wife, but if you only knew. She deserved what she got."
"Well I hope in your case the judge sees it that way."
Woody had him arrested and then went back to his paperwork.
That night when Woody arrived home he was delighted to see Jordan sitting on the couch coddling their infant. Emily Anne Hoyt was the most gorgeous baby; she had Woody's sky blue eyes and Jordan's chestnut hair. She had a tiny button nose and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. She was loved by everyone, especially the morgue family. Jordan grinned at Woody as he came through the door and Emily turned her head to see her father. "We caught him Jordan, we finally got that guy who killed his wife." Woody had been obsessed with this case over the past 2 days. He hated domestic cases.
"Great Woods, that's great and just in time for your holiday," she said with a grin.
Woody lifted Emily from Jordan's arms and began talking to her. "Hi Daddy's little girl. Did you miss me? Huh, did you?"
Jordan grinned, every time she watched Woody with Emily, she fell more in love with him. "So what do you want for dinner?" Woody asked. He had started cooking each night when he got home, he would put Emily in her seat in the kitchen and she would silently watch her father make dinner. This gave Jordan a chance to take a shower or have some time to herself. It also allowed Woody some time with Emily. He would often spend time having one – sided conversations with her, seeing as how she couldn't talk. She would smile though and sometimes even babble to him.
It was yet another perfect night at home. Woody was honestly excited to stay with her alone for 2 weeks. He couldn't wait.
