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“And did your husband call the doctor, Mrs Deverett?” Wilson asked.
“No, it wasn’t possible. I broke the phone and then his mobile. The mobile was on a charger next to the toaster. It was harder than a normal phone. The poker didn't do much damage, so I put it down the waste disposal. “
“And your husband, how did he react when he saw you had destroyed his phone?”
“He tried to leave the house but I had bolted all the doors. Funny really. Robert had fitted all the doors and windows with deadlocks and bolts. He said it was to protect us from intruders, but I knew it was to stop me leaving the house. Robert would lock me in before he left for work. Said it was for my own safety. I locked everything and put the keys down the waste disposal as well. Robert couldn’t leave. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me. It was interesting because I think it was the first time Robert had actually looked at me with genuine interest in many years. I suppose under different circumstances I might have been flattered.”
Judge Bowden almost threw his gavel at her. This woman was insane and the trial was a farce. She should be locked up in an asylum somewhere.
The court clerk handed him a slip of paper. It was from his wife Jackie. A reminder for him not to be late home. Jackie had prepared a special dinner for his birthday. He reread the, don’t be late part. As if he needed reminding. He had thought of nothing else but being on time, all day. Even after all these years, it still amazed him that he had managed to snare the former Miss West Coast winner. He remembered the early days. How he loved to run his fingers over her body. The firmness of a torso, so finely sculpted. It still excited him.