Behind Shadows: A Psychological Mystery Thriller (The Adam Stanley Series Book 1) by Netta Newbound Page A
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but we do need to ask nonetheless."
"I didn't see anyone. No-one can vouch for me—I didn't get home until late, and my husband was already in bed," I shrugged. "So now what?"
The door opened. Another plain clothed detective came into the room and handed DI King a piece of paper. She read it, then passed it to DS Stanley before she made her apologies and left the room.
"What was that all about?" I asked, getting worried now. I'd come here today to help them, and suddenly they were treating me like a criminal.
"I'm not sure. I'll just go to check, I won't be long."
And he also left
Chapter 11
Adam
Adam glanced down at the piece of paper Kate had thrust into his hand before rushing from the room and tried to keep the surprise from his face. He then made his excuses and followed, hot on her tail.
Michael Flynn was in another interview room, alleging Amanda had something to do with the murder.
As Adam entered the room, he nodded his head at Amanda's creep of a husband before sitting down next to Kate. He couldn’t understand how any decent man could accuse his wife of such a thing? Obviously, there was no love lost between them, but even so—she was the mother of his children for God’s sake!
Michael told them Amanda hadn't got home until very late on Wednesday evening; he was in bed already.
"So why do you think she had something to do with the murder of Annie Duncan, Mr Flynn?" Kate said.
"Her sweatshirt." He sat up straighter, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I found it the next morning. She'd put it in a plastic bag in the bin. It was covered in blood."
Kate gave a small gasp. Her feet shuffled under the table and she leaned forward, licking her lips.
Adam had already heard the rumours about her. She was nicknamed Rottie because she could be like a Rottweiler with a ragdoll if she got the mere whiff of a result. He wondered if he'd led Amanda into the lion’s den.
"Did you ask your wife about the blood?" Kate asked.
"Yeah. She tried to tell me it was paint, but I knew it was blood straight off," he said. The side of his mouth lifted in a sneer. "I must admit though, I never thought she was capable of something like this."
Kate glanced at Adam and raised her eyebrows before turning back to Michael. “Maybe you should explain, Mr Flynn.”
Michael shook his head and glanced down at his hands. "She's been acting strange lately, and things have been strained with us. She even bit my face a couple of weeks ago, look at this scar." He moved his hair away from the side of his eye and showed a discoloured area with a scab in the middle.
"Has she ever been violent before?" Kate said, almost on the edge of her seat. The more she heard, the more her eyes sparkled.
"Not really, but this time she just snapped like a woman possessed. She frightened me. I don't know what's wrong with her. You know, she never even told me about her family—I thought she was an orphan all these years. Imagine the shock when I found out her dirty little secret."
"Maybe she had good reason to keep it to herself," Adam said, feeling he needed to defend Amanda. She had nobody else to, if her own husband was ready to see her hang. "Sometimes it's best to leave the past in the past and focus on the future instead, Mr Flynn. Unfortunately for your wife the past seems to be back to haunt her."
Michael shrugged. "Well, you can let her know I'm taking the kids at least until this mess is over. Even if she's got nothing to do with the murder, there's still a nut-case out there with a sick taste for kids and I'm not gonna let him anywhere near mine."
The shrill sound of Kate's mobile had her up on her feet and in the corridor. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was eager to wrap up with Michael, dismissing him in no time at all.
On their way back to Amanda, Kate turned to Adam. "She did it! She was seen buying vodka on Wednesday night, and a number of people have given her description as the
"I didn't see anyone. No-one can vouch for me—I didn't get home until late, and my husband was already in bed," I shrugged. "So now what?"
The door opened. Another plain clothed detective came into the room and handed DI King a piece of paper. She read it, then passed it to DS Stanley before she made her apologies and left the room.
"What was that all about?" I asked, getting worried now. I'd come here today to help them, and suddenly they were treating me like a criminal.
"I'm not sure. I'll just go to check, I won't be long."
And he also left
Chapter 11
Adam
Adam glanced down at the piece of paper Kate had thrust into his hand before rushing from the room and tried to keep the surprise from his face. He then made his excuses and followed, hot on her tail.
Michael Flynn was in another interview room, alleging Amanda had something to do with the murder.
As Adam entered the room, he nodded his head at Amanda's creep of a husband before sitting down next to Kate. He couldn’t understand how any decent man could accuse his wife of such a thing? Obviously, there was no love lost between them, but even so—she was the mother of his children for God’s sake!
Michael told them Amanda hadn't got home until very late on Wednesday evening; he was in bed already.
"So why do you think she had something to do with the murder of Annie Duncan, Mr Flynn?" Kate said.
"Her sweatshirt." He sat up straighter, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I found it the next morning. She'd put it in a plastic bag in the bin. It was covered in blood."
Kate gave a small gasp. Her feet shuffled under the table and she leaned forward, licking her lips.
Adam had already heard the rumours about her. She was nicknamed Rottie because she could be like a Rottweiler with a ragdoll if she got the mere whiff of a result. He wondered if he'd led Amanda into the lion’s den.
"Did you ask your wife about the blood?" Kate asked.
"Yeah. She tried to tell me it was paint, but I knew it was blood straight off," he said. The side of his mouth lifted in a sneer. "I must admit though, I never thought she was capable of something like this."
Kate glanced at Adam and raised her eyebrows before turning back to Michael. “Maybe you should explain, Mr Flynn.”
Michael shook his head and glanced down at his hands. "She's been acting strange lately, and things have been strained with us. She even bit my face a couple of weeks ago, look at this scar." He moved his hair away from the side of his eye and showed a discoloured area with a scab in the middle.
"Has she ever been violent before?" Kate said, almost on the edge of her seat. The more she heard, the more her eyes sparkled.
"Not really, but this time she just snapped like a woman possessed. She frightened me. I don't know what's wrong with her. You know, she never even told me about her family—I thought she was an orphan all these years. Imagine the shock when I found out her dirty little secret."
"Maybe she had good reason to keep it to herself," Adam said, feeling he needed to defend Amanda. She had nobody else to, if her own husband was ready to see her hang. "Sometimes it's best to leave the past in the past and focus on the future instead, Mr Flynn. Unfortunately for your wife the past seems to be back to haunt her."
Michael shrugged. "Well, you can let her know I'm taking the kids at least until this mess is over. Even if she's got nothing to do with the murder, there's still a nut-case out there with a sick taste for kids and I'm not gonna let him anywhere near mine."
The shrill sound of Kate's mobile had her up on her feet and in the corridor. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was eager to wrap up with Michael, dismissing him in no time at all.
On their way back to Amanda, Kate turned to Adam. "She did it! She was seen buying vodka on Wednesday night, and a number of people have given her description as the
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