I was mistaken on Chapman’s offer. For a week later the police called me up and showed me the same receipt that Chapman had. It now seemed that they have decided that I was having dinner with Richard Walker rather than with Chapman on the very night that Richard died. I didn’t know how to defend myself now.
So Chapman was having dinner with Richard on the night of 24 August 2015, and the police conveniently deduced that it was me. I was as guilty as sin. My motive was clear: Richard was my ex-lover and when he terminated the affair with me, I killed him.
“Richard once told me that he wanted to kill himself.” I mentioned this to officer Liam when he called me in for the next interview.
I searched for the rosary in my handbag and prayed again. This time sitting right in front of officer Liam. There was no other way to exonerate myself now except to seek divine intervention.
A woman appeared right in front of me.
I looked up. It was she! The woman in white. Flabbergasted, I said,
“Why are you here?”
“You know who I am,” she said.
“Are you Yvonne?” I asked her.
“Yes, you guessed correctly,” woman replied.
“I did not kill your husband,” that was all that I could say.
“You could tell the police that I killed him,” the woman revealed a shocking statement.
I was shocked beyond belief. “So you are the killer,” I exclaimed. “You are not far from the truth,” the woman revealed. “I need some identification papers, some proof that you are Yvonne,” I was still quite alert.
She handed me a note, on it was Richard’s handwriting. I could recognize it.
I grabbed at the note. I read it and surrendered it to the police, after I made a copy.
I had no other way to disprove my guilt save as to tell the police that I left the dead man immediately after dinner on that fateful night, and that he went home and took some poison himself. But for suicide I needed to find a good enough reason.
I didn’t park my car at the visitor’s lot at the carpark of the Davidson Police Station simply because I did not own a car. I asked to see officer Liam. When I sat in front of the man, I handed him the note from Yvonne.
“I didn’t kill him,” the first thing I said.
“Richard Walker, of course,” I replied.
“Oh, you mean the deceased,” officer pinned the subject of conversation.
“This is the suicide note from him,” I emphasized the word “suicide”.
“Where did you get it from?” Obviously, officer knew his facts.
“I did not kill the man,” I protested once again.
“But there is the credit card receipt, as well as the bill from Candy Club Café that you had dinner with Richard Walker, and that shortly after that, he died.
“And your note also clearly stated that you asked to meet him on the night of 24 August 2015.” Officer Liam refused to budge.
“Not only that, shortly after the appointed time, Walker died in his office, at 11:07 p.m. precisely.” Officer Liam continued.
I had nothing more to say.
“But we are still not charging you with murder yet,”
“Why?” I sounded annoyed, although I shouldn’t be.
“We don’t know the murder weapon yet,” officer Liam was honest. I stood up to leave, “wait,” officer Liam shouted after me.
“There is another person,” he redirected the subject,
“that could possibly be the killer,” “and if we find the murder weapon on her, you could be free of manslaughter,”
I knew whom the man was referring to, he used the word “she”, so the other suspect could not have been anyone else but Yvonne.
“She is dead,” I declared, like telling a weatherman that it was going to rain.
“You killed her as well?” Officer sounded shock.
I should have known that he would come to this conclusion.
“Listen, there were the two of them, one against two. I could not have the opportunity to kill two persons at the same time. For one, Richard Walker is a man and he definitely had more brute strength than me.” I raised my voice, trying to talk sense into the man who had the discretion to arrest me for murder. I knew that I was innocent. But the trouble was, that only I and God knew that I was innocent. But God wasn’t talking. And God wasn’t the Attorney General. Officer Liam was.
Finally, officer Liam stared at me, and he told me to go.
I was happy to leave. I picked up my handbag and walked out of the Davidson Police Station, the second time I was there. The sun was shining bright in front of me, but I was feeling wretched.
I thought of the murder weapon.
“Give it a try,” I heard a voice say. I turned around and saw the woman again. This time she was wearing navy shirt top and trousers. She had a medal on the left side of her breast pocket on the shirt. But that after so many encounters I now recognized her by her porcelain skin, no longer the white dress. So, the woman in white was a policewoman all the while!
I reached out my hand and I tried to touch her. She backed off and then I saw a car come towards me, I put up my right hand to protect my face. After that I didn’t know what happened. I believed I went to heaven. But that I was actually in the operating theatre waiting for the surgeon to rescue me. The anesthetist was a lady. She was talking to the surgeon loudly. Loud enough for me to hear. The background was playing some classical music. I think it was Chopin. I liked Chopin.
“You think she knew who killed him?” lady was saying.
“I doubt, I left the minute your phone call came in,”
“But you could still have picked it up, then I would know that you are done,” lady’s voice was a little louder.
“Never mind, no one saw me, the office was closed.”
“Did you get his wife at the same time?” lady continued.
“Obviously, you think I am mad? Why would I want to leave his beneficiary behind?!”
“Then you are smart, glad I am engaged to you,” lady was satisfied.
“One more word, did you delete your name on Walker’s contact list?” lady asked.
“It took me quite a while. He filed me using Dr. Thomas.” “I didn’t know why he didn’t use my actual name. Thomas Lane was where I first met him.” The surgeon explained.
“Now that Walker is dead, could you forgive me for the one-night stand?” lady asked.
“Have you?” the surgeon said.
The surgeon asked for a pair of scissors. I thought he was going to cut me up. But I knew that I had to pretend that I was asleep under the anesthetic.
The dose wasn’t strong enough as I could hear him asking for the implements one after another. Finally, when he told the lady assistant to close up, I knew that the operation was over. I became alive again. I came back to earth. From the operation theatre.
I remembered the conversation I heard. There was a phone call and it came in when the killer was leaving the office. Would it have made a difference if it had come in earlier? And if Richard Walker had picked it up the killer might not have a chance to run away. The surgeon’s voice would have been recorded in Richard’s voice mail.
I wanted to go and see officer Liam straight away and give a voluntary statement. But I just had an operation and my body was weak. I told myself I had to give the statement before I forgot everything. It was hearsay so I had to swear under oath.
As I was recalling what I heard over the operating theatre, officer Liam released this tiny piece of information to me, that they already had the record of the anesthetist Helen’s telephone call to Richard Walker’s line. But they had no way to determine the relationship between the caller and the receiver. Helen could be just an acquaintance and the man was entitled to receive calls from anyone.
At the end of the day, all they needed was for me to go to the witness stand.
It was a job I was just too happy to undertake. They said that to be a witness, you were not supposed to accept any form of returns. But for me, the death of Richard Walker was itself sufficient consideration.