Wednesday, December 17, 2014
An excerpt from Crabapple Court.
Shifting just a little in his chair, Inspector Fletcher smiles and begins to direct his questions to Marsha Kovacs. Before beginning his questioning he cannot help but notice that she does not appear to be as calm and collected as her cooperative husband. He notices the tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead, the trembling of her bottom lip and he also notices that she does her best to escape eye contact whenever he speaks to her.
“Just a few questions for you now, Mrs. Kovacs, if you don’t mind.”
He accepts her silence as acquiescence.
“I understand you are a psychotherapist?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And where is your professional office located?”
“Downstairs. My office is here at home in the basement.”
“Oh, I see. Well, that must be very nice for you not having to travel to work.”
“Mrs. Kovacs, who are your clients?”
“I’m not at liberty to divulge that information, I’m sorry.”
“Let me put my question to you this way then. Perhaps it will make things easier for you. I have been informed that you draw your client base from three sources; the first being the Prison Board, the second being the Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation Centre and the third being the Welfare Department. Am I correct in my understanding?”
“What I would like from you, Mrs. Kovacs, is a list of your clients’ names and their contact information.”
“No, I’m sorry. I have therapist/client confidentiality to take into consideration. I cannot give you that information.”
“I understand. In that case I will need to return at a later time with a search warrant.”
Inspector Fletcher cannot help but notice that the sweat beads on the forehead of Marsha Kovacs are turning into little rivulets which she swipes at with her hand. Her lips quiver when she speaks; both lips, not just the bottom one. Yes, he can see that her uneasiness is increasing the more she is questioned. Still he continues.
“Do you and your husband have any children, Mrs. Kovacs?”
“Do you like children?”
“Yes, of course I like children.”
Dr. Kovacs interjected, “Inspector, what does my wife’s liking of children have to do with the missing Donnelly girl?”
“Do you like children, Dr. Kovacs?”
“What?” he responds. “Yes, of course I do. We both like children. We just were not blessed with any of our own, that’s all.”
“Mrs. Kovacs, how do you feel about not having any child of your own?”
He accepts her blank stare as her answer.
“Mrs. Kovacs, have you ever considered the idea of borrowing someone else’s child?”
Crabapple Court is a novella available in both Kindle and Paperback format. It is available on all Amazon sites.
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