Tiffany shook her head. “No. I have no reason to talk to the bitch.”
“Have you had much personal interaction with her?”
“No. And I’d rather not. She said some pretty hateful things about me in the press and my relationship with Brock. Things I don’t appreciate.”
“Was he married when you two met?”
Her face tightened, and she hesitated for a moment. It told me everything I needed to know. “I’d rather not discuss the details of how Brock and I met or when we began dating.”
I smiled. “Fair enough.”
“If you think I’m some kind of suspect, I’m not. Let’s just get that straight right now. What possible motive would I have to kill my husband?”
I could think of a billion.
6
"In my experience, couples fight over money, sex, and infidelity," I said.
"Well, Brock and I had amazing sex. I had no reason to look outside the marriage. As far as money goes, I signed a prenup. This wasn't about the money, and anybody who says it was is a moron. I loved that man," she said, breaking down into sobs again. Her face fell into her hands, and her chest heaved and jerked.
"What about children?" I asked.
"We don't have any, obviously, but Brock had two from a previous marriage. Three actually, but that's a long story.”
"Did you have a good relationship with his kids?"
She scoffed. "No. Obviously, they’re Team Bitch.”
“Do they live here on the island?”
"Yes, they're both grown and fully functioning adults. Maybe I should take thefully functioningpart back. Hunter’s a completefuck up. Hailey’s sweet, but she's a nutcase. I guess both stand to inherit a fortune. I don't recall the details offhand, but I believe the estate will be divided evenly between them.”
I shared another look with Jack.
"I hate to suggest this,” Tiffany said, “but Hunter is big and strong enough to do this. There certainly was no love lost between him and Brock.”
"Why is that?"
"You'd have to ask him, but I think it has to do with the fact that Hunter has never made anything of himself. He had big shoes to fill. From what I'm told, Christian was the golden boy.”
"Christian is deceased?”
She nodded.
My lips tightened with a frown.
"I don't think Brock ever fully got over Christian’s death. I'm sure that affected Hunter. I'm not insensitive to that. He had big shoes to fill. How do you live up to a ghost?"
"How often did Brock see his children?"
Tiffany shrugged. "I'm not sure. Not much. Just when they needed something, everybody becomes a leech, even your own family. I tell you one thing—if you get rich, keep your mouth shut about it. Don’t tell anyone. Act poor. Everybody starts to want something from you. Then they start to think you owe it to them.”
Judging by the surroundings and the fancy cars in the driveway, neither had done a good job of acting poor. I suspected Tiffany didn't really want to act poor either.
"Can you think of anybody else who might have wanted Brock dead? Somebody with a lot of pent-up aggression?"
"How about anybody his team ever played against? Brock denied quite a few teams the possibility of a Super Bowl championship. Plus the fans." She paused. "Honestly, you've got millions of suspects."
