“You ever get in arguments with your wife?” I asked, leading him down a path.
He looked at me like I was crazy. “Yeah. Of course.”
“Did those arguments ever get physical?”
Greg’s face tightened, and he hesitated for a moment.
"Laura had a temper. It's like she became another person.”
I lifted a curious brow.
“She would get physically and verbally abusive. I tried to avoid her at times like that. De-escalate the situation. But sometimes that was impossible. Sometimes I had to defend myself.”
I'm not sure I believed his story, but Laura wasn't around to refute it.
"Can you think of anybody who may have wanted to harm her?"
Greg's face tightened. "I know she had a few upset clients." He shook his head. "To tell you the truth, she was a terrible dentist. I sure as hell wouldn't let her work on me."
Jack frowned.
"There was a gentleman who came to her office not long ago and made some threats," I said. "You wouldn't happen to know his name, would you?”
Greg thought about it for a moment. "Tucker something." His face tightened as he tried to grasp it. "Tucker Conroy. That's it. She told me he was pissed. I don't blame him. You think he killed her?”
I shrugged. "It's likely that whoever did it had a high degree of animosity toward your wife."
"That doesn’t really narrow it down, does it?”
"What about Hannah?”
He made a lustful face that wasn't all that different from Dr. Stockton's reaction. "She's a hot little number. I sure would have liked to have gotten a piece of that. You wouldn't happen to know where she's working now, would you?" Greg smiled. "Iama free man."
"What about Sarah?"
Greg shrugged. “We’re not married.”
Not like it made much difference to him.
“Is there anyone else you can think of that was upset with your wife?" I asked.
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"Idon't know what she was thinking," Greg said. "She loaned money to this kid to make a movie. What the hell does she know about producing movies? I thought it was a total waste. She kept telling me it would be some kind of tax write-off, but I never saw the logic in it.”
My brow wrinkled with confusion. "If she gave the kid money, why would he be pissed off at her?”
"Because the project ran over budget." Greg rolled his eyes. "Go figure. He was a first-time filmmaker. He didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. He came back and asked for more money, and she wouldn’t give it to him. She wanted to see the footage he had already shot, but he wouldn't let her. Said it wasn't ready to be seen. The kid had an ego. Threw a fit. Said Laura was trying to sabotage his career. The guy acted like he was gonna be the next Steven Spielberg. If you ask me, that kid will be lucky if he gets a job directing porn.”
"What's his name?
"Paul Kessler.”
"You got contact information for him?"
"I can probably dig it up. I think it's in my phone somewhere.”
He stepped to the stern, and I handed him a card. Greg texted me Sarah's number as well as Paul Kessler's. "So, what happens now?”
