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Cissy Robideux-Monat went home on Monday afternoon. Cissy had called Richard and told him to send the kids over to their friends house. She wanted to spend some alone time with her husband, and Richard readily agreed.

Her excitement grew at the thought of a fresh start. Her infidelity pained her heart, but so far, Scott Walters had honored his word. “Stay gone, and we won’t have an issue.”

At some point, Cissy would tell Richard of her unfaithfulness, but in this moment, the truth would damage their relationship beyond repair, and if Cissy lost Richard now, she’d have no reason to go on.

The loss of her job, the inhumane treatment by her boss, she could handle the strain of it. If Walter added the loss of her husband and children to that list, she’d have no reason to live.

So, for that reason, Cissy would do anything to salvage her marriage.

Scott Walters arrived early to his appointment with a journalist from The Fredericksburg Times Online Edition. Given the sheer amount of misreported news that was passed off as truth, calling a reporter anything other than a sewer attendant was an insult to sewer attendants.

He had chosen The Fredericksburg Library as the meeting place. Situated in a Civil War residence which had served as a hospital for wounded soldiers from both sides. Scott Walters walked up the steps to the door and walked inside. The reporter sat in the back of the library, underneath a stained glass window that filtered the sunlight into a myriad of colors.

“Hello, Deputy Chief Walters, I’m Winnie T. Bradley from The Times.”

Walters gave the petite woman a half-hearted grin. He sat across from the woman and pulled out a grey thumb drive. Her eyes lit up.

“My secretary sexually assaulted me, many times, and she recorded every-she called them sessions-I just want the truth out. Everything you need to piece it together is on the drive.”

“She assaulted you?”

Winnie seemed to not buy the story, and Walter’s wiped at his eyes and feigned tears. He strained his voice so to make himself sound stressed. He needed her to see the weak man he pretended to be, not the mountain of muscle sitting before her.

“Yes, even worse than that though is the fact she’s married. She acted like a starving beast.”

“Okay,” Winnie said reluctantly, “I’ll look into it and see what I’ve got.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your help with this matter.”

He handed her the thumb drive and said goodbye. Winnie watched the man leave. Far be it from her to look a gift horse in the mouth, even if the story made no sense to her.
Scott Walters smiled as he walked out of the library. So far, everything went according to plan. Now, he had one more package to deliver.

Lilly and I came into the precinct Monday morning, fresh, alert and ready to find a killer. Manson and Rankin waited for us at our desk. Both held cups of coffee, and watched us approach.

“Is everything okay?”

“We’re doing okay, Manson,” Lilly replied.

Manson patted Lilly on the back. She and Lilly had grown close through the years, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say they were the best of friends.

“How’s Gareth? Any residual effects from our showing up to your house with enough weapons to fight a small war?”

“Rankin, Gareth is okay. He’s resilient.”

“How goes the investigation into the deputy chief?”

Manson and Rankin shrugged. I didn’t envy them the task, trying to investigate a superior officer without them catching wind of it was tricky-not to mention downright impossible-and they both seemed frustrated by the simple mention of their task.

“Ah, you know how it goes, Konan. We’re trying to not cause waves and hold onto our own jobs all while trying to discover the vile deeds of a person who has the authority to ruin us.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely tricky. You guys be careful out there.”

I made me and Lilly a cup of coffee, and ran through some paperwork while we waited for Janko to show up. Lilly began a thorough scrubbing of the list we received from Dr. Robbins. I handed her a cup of coffee and sat at my computer.

“What are you looking for, sweetie?”

“I thought I would look for this mysterious ‘Chloe.’ The receptionist seemed to think this person could be our killer.”

“Yeah, she said something about a previous poisoning. I like where your head is at.” Lilly leaned over the desk and kissed me. Behind me, I heard someone clear their throat.

“That’s enough of that,” Janko said.

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