“Don’t answer that,” Caldas interjected quickly, holding the paper up. “Where did you get this?”
Cash continued in the same forceful voice, “Here’s your opportunity to explain, Margie. We’re talking at least a few million dollars. That’s a lot of money. It would do a lot of good for your kids and pay off the medical bills. I can understand the pressure you were under.” Cash leaned in, stabbing her finger at the paper. “That’s Willy’s last will and testament, and guess who’s getting all his money. You. There are a few million still in his bank account.Did you kill Willy Grooms for this inheritance?”
“I—I had no idea—I’ve never seen that—he never said—”
“You had no idea? But, Margie, look here,lookat the signature of the person whowitnessedthis document—you.You signed this!And now you’re telling us you’ve never seen it, had no idea?”
Margie stood up abruptly, sending her chair tumbling.
“This interview is terminated,” said Caldas in a fury. “This is an ambush. You’ll be lucky if any of that makes it into court.”
Margie was already on her way out of the room. Paul jumped up and followed her out into the hall, where she had come to a halt, head in her hands, sobbing. “He never told me…,” she sobbed. “I never knew… He had me witness and sign all kinds of nonsense.… I was just trying to help.”
Caldas came out, her face dark. She was angry. She took Margie’s arm roughly. “Let’s go. Now,” she said, and began to steer her down the hall. Paul, in a panic, followed, and then as they were about to exit the double doors, he glanced back. Cash and Colcord had come out of the room and were standing in the hall, both with triumphant, almost giddy looks on their faces, which frightened Paul almost more than anything that had happened in the room.
