She makes threats.
Married three years.
“How does that make you feel?”
“Why do you people always want to know that?” he spat.
“Know what, Mr. Baxter?”
“How something makes me feel.”
I could sense his anger and wanted to diffuse it for now. It needed to be addressed, but I needed to know more.
“Fear. Anger. Resentment. All are emotions and different actions trigger them all. Certain events cause us to act in a way that we regret later. Knowing how you feel when triggered is the first step.”
“It makes me angry, obviously,” he replied, sarcasm evident.
I decided on a different angle.
“So, why did you stop having sex with her a month ago?”
“I’d had enough. It made me sick just thinking about it. I needed a break.”
“A break from sex three times a day or a break from her?”
“From all of it. I needed to relax when I got home. Not feel pressured to perform for my trophy wife.”
“Trophy wife?”
“Yes, she’s a model and an actress.”
I made some more notes.
Model and actress.
Probably beautiful.
Doesn’t want to have sex with her.
Why?
“Beautiful?” I asked.
“What?”
“She’s beautiful? Your wife.”
“Of course,” he replied, in a matter-of-fact tone. As if he would be married to anyone not beautiful.
“How much have you communicated with her about this over the last month?”
“Very little. I have a suite in my office complex. I’ve been working late a lot and staying there.”
I raised another eyebrow.
Avoiding her and the situation.I jotted down on the notepad.
“When did you last see her?”
