When Sarah arrived at the police depart she put in Sheriff Peters name and took a seat in the waiting area outside her office which was much larger than everyone else's. Sarah sat there, trying her best not to look nervous. She hid her hands underneath her purse and fumbled with the strap, nearly breaking it. She practiced her lines over and over again about Amy and how all she knew was that it was suicide and Mort was of course hurt by it. That's all, that's all she knew. They went to her wake and Mort her funeral and that was it. Act a little sad and leave.
"Sarah Howard." Sheriff Peters peaked her head out the door and called Sarah's name like it was more of a death sentence.
Sarah stood up, nearly dropping her purse, but she caught it in time. She stepped into her office and once she laid eyes on that woman she was even more intimidated. She stood at about 5'11 and had to be 190s pounds of all toned, portioned and still very womanly muscle mass. She wore a suit with a gun holster still attached to her side along with a badge and other gadgets. This woman was diffenitly not one Sarah wanted to mess with. She had some make up on and her long brown hair was pulled back into bun held by two long hair pins.
Sarah swallowed as Peters directed her to sit down at the front of her desk.
"Sheriff Kimberly Peters, I know we spoke on the phone, but I was in a shitty mood and I don't like to meet on the phone anyhow..." She held out her hand.
Sarah took it and noticed she didn't have as firm of handshake as she thought she would.
"Sarah Howard, it's alright I understand, nice to meet you, formally." Sarah smiled, still nervous but doing a good job of hiding it.
"You can call me Kim, that's fine, I'm not into the other mumbo jumbo Sheriff title and Peters... well I'm going through a divorce so yeah just call me Kim." She returned her smile.
Sarah nodded. "Alright Kim, just call me Sarah."
"Okay, Sarah." She sat down and folded her hands across her desk. "Like, I said I need to ask you some questions..."
"That's fine." Sarah replied.
"Do you have any idea what this about, at all?" Kim asked.
Sarah shook her head. "No, I really don't."
Kim narrowed her eyebrows as if she didn't buy it. "Hmm.."
"Seriously." Sarah tried to assure.
"Well, as you know this has something to do with Mr. Rainey." She hinted.
Sarah nodded and shifted her eyes trying to make her just say it.
"Do you have any idea as to where he was he was this morning?" She asked.
Sarah shook her head 'no'.
"When was the last time you spoke to him?"
Sarah wondered if she should lie, then again they could always check her phone, what if they already did check her phone...
"This morning..." She answered.
"What time this morning?" Kim asked.
"Hmm, I think it had to be about 6am." Sarah replied.
"That's pretty early." Kim replied, looking for more explanation.
"Yeah, he woke me up," Sarah tried to think of a reason but couldn't so she stopped.
Kim sat there knowing if she asked what their phone call consisted of she'd probably get nothing.
"How serious are you and Mr. Rainey these days?" She asked.
Sarah bit her lip and looked out the window.
Kim saw something change in Sarah's face and she felt bad for asking her that question.
"Not so good?" She asked.
"We're fine." Sarah cleared her throat.
"Alright..."
"Look, there's more to this, I'm not stupid... what do you want?" Sarah finally cut to buisness.
Kim narrowed her eyes at her.
"I want to find out what he's up to and I think that you can help me figure it out..." She answered honestly.
"What do you mean..." Sarah looked at her seriously.
"I really can't share that information with you." She shook her head.
Sarah sighed and hung low in her chair. She thought for a moment, she thought about all the information she had inside her that she could bare to this woman and she wanted to know was what Mort was up to, to make her damn desicion, she wanted to know once and for all if he was killing someone again and this woman just didn't understand and she was the one who was supposed to catch him at before Sarah.
"Listen, if you think he's up to something that could possible endanger someone else's life or his, I think I'm entitled to know that, because I'm thinking about marring this man and I'm thinking about moving back in with him again, just tell me that much... I'm on the verge of a future making decision here... help me out, isn't that what you people are supposed to do, or is that why you don't want me to call you sheriff, because you don't think you've quiet earned that title just yet?"
Kim sat there and thought about Sarah had just expressed to her, she released a sigh and glanced out the window for a moment and then back over at her.
"Listen, I have some information... and I think it's important that you know about it, but first I need to know what you know, what do you know about Mr. Rainey?" She questioned quietly.
Sarah looked at her and shugged. "I have a feeling I know just about as much as you."
This took Kim off guard. "Well, do you know that this morning, before he called you he was outside you apartment building?"
Sarah knitted her eyebrows. "No, I didn't."
"And did you know, that wasn't his first time outside your home?"
Sarah's heart began to race. "Why, didn't he just-"
"Exactly..." Kim brought her hand up to chin and looked out the window again. "I've gotten a few complains from the neighbors and the name rang a bell with because I was also involved with his ex wife's 'suicide case' and I found out that you were living in the apartment building. I didn't a little a research, over viewed Amy's death papers and I don't think it was suicide..."
Sarah's heart stopped. "You think..."
"I don't know." Kim sighed again. "There are a lot of things that don't quite make sense in her case report and when we interviewed Mr. Rainey, he didn't exactly make sense, but there's really no proof, and no proof... no conviction. But I'm worried that there's something going on here with you and him... and that's why I called you in here."
Sarah sat up a bit and sighed now very frustrated. "I, I there's nothing really going on with us... we separted, for awhile and I was thinking about going back with him... but this might change things..."
"You separated because?" Kim wondered.
"Well, just wasn't really working... differences. He was always writing and I wanted more of a life. I got pregnant and we lost the baby and after that things got kind of rocky too. It just was too... well, too much too fast, I guess." She bullshitted.
Kim nodded. "I see and I can understand that, a girls gotta get some space."
Sarah smiled. "Yeah. So what should I do, about this?"
"Well, we should play it by ear I think, I've talked to you, obviously you had no idea of these late night camp outs in your parking lot so, next time, we'll probably bust him for minor offense. That's really all we can do... if it bothers you, you could get a restraining order, but I don't know, that's up to you..." She offered.
Sarah cleared her throat and nodded. "Alright... I guess we'll just see what happens."
"Okay, I'm sorry about all this." Kim stood up and held out her hand again.
Sarah took it. "Yeah, so am I... Mort's usually not like this."
And after she said those words, she thought... 'then again... he's been like this for awhile now... I should have known.'