Bob wakes up to flashing lights peering through the window. He looks to his left to see his wife looking out the window. He gets out of bed and walks up behind her, lays his hands on her shoulders. Beverly glances at her shoulders seeing his hands on her makes her tremble at his touch.
"What's going on out their Bev?" He asks with half-opened eyes.
"I don't know, I saw the blinking lights outside the window and saw for myself." she replies quietly.
She slowly turns and looks up at his eyes with serious glare. Silently asking him why the cops would be on their street. Before he could try to reply, a sudden knock disturbs the silence. Beverly wraps the robe around her and walks to the door, Bob trailing close behind. She opens the door to a short man in a suit and a badge in his breast pocket.
"Hello, my name is Jim Brass." He says flashing his badge to the couple.
"Why, hello my name is Beverly this is my husband Bob." She says gesturing to her husband.
Brass looks from the woman to the man. The guy standing behind her looks about 5"7 and she seems to about 5"1. Obviously taller than her and looks like the boss of the household. He doesn't seem friendly much, but the wife seems like the type who would make a batch of cookies and be delighted to share with the rest of the neighborhood.
"Do you know the woman who lives next door?" He asks, looking at one another.
"Umm, not really, why you ask?" Bob asks curiously.
"The reason I ask Mr..." Jim says silently asking for his last name.
"Clark, my name is Bob Clark." He says getting frustrated.
"Ok then Mr. and Mrs. Clark the reason I ask is because she was found dead this morning." Brass informed the couple
"I know that she used to teach Sunday school. She told me one time when I was taking the garbage out one night" She said smiling.
Brass can tell she wants to say more but the beast behind her seems un-talkative. He seems like the type that doesn't take orders too well. Hoping things in this semi - private home are good and nothing bad. He can tell he's over welcoming his stay and decides to end the chit - chat and scurry off.
"Well, if you remember anything else give me a call." Jim says handing her his card.
Watching the man walk away, Bob shuts the door and looks down to his wife. She turns around finding him staring down at her. She frowns and looks straight up at him.
"What, what is it?" Beverly asks.
His face getting red with anger wishing she just didn't say anything. Now they will be more questions about her, thanks to her big mouth. Some days she is just too nice and has a good heart that can literally look suspicious.
"When did you talk to her?" He asks whispering in her face.
Slowly walking around him out of his reach and trembles at his words. He defiantly thinks I said something to her about him, what he does to me. I honestly would never tell a living soul, knowing what would happen if I did. I can't/ won't put my kid's lives in danger. They can't grow up without a mother; they are too young to know what happens.
"I don't really remember when." She replies looking away from him.
"Of course you remember you just don't want to tell." he says grabbing her chin and making her look at him.
Beverly glances at the stairs hoping Maureen wouldn't come down. She looks up with tears running down her face, pleading him to back down until later that night.