“What am I missing?”
“I killed my husband,” Rebecca blurted.
Emily shrugged. “That’s already been established.”
Rebecca paced back and forth.
“It wasn’t self-defense. I murdered him.”
She turned to face Emily and waved her hand over her body.
“I did this to myself,” she admitted.
The revelation shocked Emily.
“What? Rebecca, what are you talking about?”
Her green eyes turned dark. In them, Emily saw unmistakable rage.
“I HATED HIM!” Rebecca screamed, causing Emily to jump.
She held her hand out.
“Okay.” Emily spoke softly in an attempted to calm her down.
“I shot that gold-digging, money-grubbing, whoring bastard! And then I threw myself down the stairs to make it look like self-defense.”
Emily took a step back. Rebecca’s behavior had turned manic.
“Okay, Rebecca. Why are you telling me this?”
“There’s a recording,” Rebecca whispered.
Emily’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “A recording?”
“Yes! A fucking recording! You heard me!”
Emily looked around for security cameras, but she didn’t see any.
“Where did the recording come from? Do you have cameras in your house?”
Rebecca wrung her hands.
“Rebecca, where did the recording come from?” Emily repeated.
“My housekeeper recorded it on her cell phone.”
Emily pushed her hair out of her face. None of this would have happened had she been a tougher boss and not allowed so many of her people off for Valentine’s Day.
Fuck!
What the hell was she supposed to do with the information Rebecca just cursed her with?
“The bitch tried to blackmail me!”
Emily looked around the dismally decorated room. She was feeling uneasy.
“Where’s your housekeeper now, Rebecca?”
