disturbed mental state, a state that ultimately led him to take his own life through an insulin overdose. The scenario is plausible, but how does she reconcile Erinâs fingerprints on the syringe with her statement to the police? She told a detective she never gave her husband insulin injections.
Briley signs in at the visitorâs center, walks through the air puffer, and makes banal conversation about the weather as the guard leads her to the chilly interview room. She keeps her coat on as she pulls a notepad, recorder, and pen from her briefcase, then she rubs her bare hands together. The state of Illinois must be doing its part to save energy by keeping the jail thermostat set at sixty.
The door opens, and a guard leads her client into the room. Erin stands motionless as the guard removes her handcuffs and shackles, then she pushes her hair away from her face and sits across from Briley. She looks better this morning, less wan and washed out, but she doesnât return Brileyâs smile. Instead, she props her elbows on the table and drops her head into her hands.
Briley glances toward the door. âWhatâs wrong? Are you having trouble with one of the other inmates? With a guard?â
Erinâs shoulders rise and fall. âI need to tell you something,â she says, not meeting Brileyâs gaze. âAnd youâre going to think Iâm crazy. But Iâm not, honestly Iâm notâunless all crazy people go through what Iâm experiencing.â She releases a hollow laugh. âSometimes I think I must be insaneâotherwise, why would I have married Jeffrey? I loved him, but it takes more than love to make a marriage work.â
Briley settles back in her chair, quietly wishing she had invited one of the more experienced associates along for this interview. Maybe all murder defendants declare themselves to be insane during the third interview. Maybe tomorrow Erin will claim to have found Jesus. Maybe these dramatics are nothing unusual, and Briley should prepare for even more outlandish claims in the days ahead.
She pulls her notepad and pen closer. âWhy donât you begin at the beginning?â she says, smoothing the skepticism from her voice. âIâm here to listen, and I want to understand you. Only by knowing your entire story will I be able to put the pieces together and present the best possible defense.â
Erin shakes her head. âIâm not sure where to begin.â
âWell, what kind of family did you have? Where did you grow up? What were your goals and aspirations?â
âMy family? Iâm not even sure the word applies.â Erin folds her arms across her chest and draws a deep breath. âMy father died when I was young. I had an older brother, but he didnât live with us, so I barely knew him. The neighborhood was quiet, run-down.â
Briley struggles to hide her surprise. The newspaper article was right about Erinâs working-class origins. Somehow sheâd pictured this woman growing up in a fully staffed white colonial surrounded by manicured green lawns. âSounds lonely.â
âIt was. I would have gone crazy if not for my invisible friend. My mom used to tease me about her, but Lisa Marie was around when my mom was indisposed, so I guess itâs only natural that I came to depend on her.â
Briley jots the name on her legal pad. âLisa Marie is what you called your invisible friend?â
âYes.â
âWhat did you mean by âindisposedâ? Was your mother an invalid?â
Erin chuffs softly. âShe was a drunk. We lived on food stamps and welfare, which probably explains why I was attracted to Jeffrey. I never knew any luxury growing up, and Jeff and his family offered the kind of stability Iâd always dreamed of.â
âWhereâd you meet him?â
âChicago State. One night after class, I went to a party with some friends. Jeffrey was
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