greeted Hayley and Sergio at the door, she was dressed in a black dress, with white pearls hanging around her neck. She wore her normally wavy long brown hair in a severe tight bun. She was clearly in mourning, as this was not the Tiffany whom Hayley knew from the bake sales and bike rides. She was usually much more provocatively dressed and a free spirit.
Hayley instantly felt pity for the grieving widow.
Tiffany led them into her living room, where she had set out some tea and freshly baked scones.
âThank you for seeing us, Tiffany. I know this is an extremely difficult time,â Hayley said.
Tiffany nodded and motioned for them to take a seat on the couch. She sat down opposite them in a floral-print upholstered chair.
âI just have a few questions I would like to ask,â Sergio said, barreling ahead in his âbull in a china shopâ kind of way.
Hayley kicked his foot with her own and he slightly winced.
Tiffany didnât notice. She was staring at the mantel above the fireplace, gazing at a framed wedding photo of her and Garth on a beach in Hawaii. âI canât believe we were married fifteen years. It seems like yesterday when we took the plunge in Maui. We still had so many plans. . . .â
Hayley sensed Sergio was about to speak, so she kicked his foot again. Sergio turned to Hayley, who glared at him, silently ordering him to give the poor widow a few moments to remember her husband before so callously diving in with his questions.
âWe were going to expand the business. Maybe open a restaurant next summer. We were drawing up plans to build a new house in Seal Harbor. And, of course, we wanted to travel more and see the world. Just last month Garth received an invitation to teach a course at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. Can you believe that? Iâve never been to France.â
âThatâs such an honor,â Hayley said. âYou must have been so proud of him.â
âI begged him to take better care of himselfâto give up tobacco, exercise moreâbut he was so stubborn. I go to the gym five times a week. Him? Never. I always feared his smoking and those rich, heart-clogging sauces would finally catch up to him.â
Tiffany lifted the silver teapot to pour them some tea.
Hayley and Sergio exchanged a quick look.
Sergio cleared his throat. âMrs. Rawlings, Iâm afraid your husband did not die of a heart attack, as we originally believed. His death has been ruled a homicide.â
Tiffany dropped the teapot and it crashed into the half-full teacup, knocking it over and spilling tea all over the service tray. âWhat?â
âWe just received the coronerâs report last night.â
âIt canât be,â Tiffany said, eyes welling up with tears. âWho would want to hurt Garth? He was a loving husband. A decent man. He had no enemies, to speak of. The coroner is wrong. Thatâs the only thing that makes sense. We all know sheâs been wrong before.â
âI read the report,â Sergio said. âBased on her findings, the evidence unequally suggestsââ
ââUnequivocally,ââ Hayley said.
â Unequivocally suggests someone killed him,â Sergio said, rolling his eyes at Hayley. âAnd at this point, Iâm inclined to believe her. Weâre just having a hard time figuring out how it happened.â
âBut everybody in town loved Garth!â Tiffany wailed.
That was a tough sell. Anyone with a passing familiarity with Garth Rawlingsâs personality would wholeheartedly disagree with his distraught widow.
âThere must have been someone, Tiffany, maybe from Garthâs past who might not have believed he was a swell guy at some point,â Hayley said.
âWell, yes, of course. I mean, when youâre as successful as Garth, you donât get there without stepping on a few toes. But thatâs all in the past now. All was forgiven.â
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