Days 137 and 138

A story written in the form of … a police interview

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The preliminaries out of the way, I was sitting on one side of the desk with a lawyer, provided because I didn’t have one, and the two detectives on the other.

Good cop, bad cop.

The woman detective, obviously the lead, had dropped a thick folder on the desk to emphasise the weight of evidence that was against me.

Before that, there had been a meaningful glance between the two, one that said, ‘we’ve got him bang to rights’.

Detective Rogers:  Can you describe your relationship with the deceased, Madeleine Blair?

Alistair Blair:  Madeleine was my wife.  We have been married 22 years.  Last month, she advised me that she had been having an affair with an associate at her place of employment for a few months and that she had terminated it.  She said that it had been a mistake, and rather than find out from someone else, she told me.  She said that she had hoped it would not affect our relationship, that it was the first and last time.

Detective Rogers:  When did you first learn of the affair?

Alistair Blair:  When she told me that night.

Detective Wilson:  You did not know that she was having an affair before then.  She told you, you said in an earlier statement, that you thought something was wrong.  People usually know when their spouses are sleeping around.

Detective Rogers:  A minute outside Detective.

Interview suspended.

Conversation between Alistair Blair and the Lawyer.

Alistair Blair:  Aren’t you supposed to stop that sort of intimidation?

Lawyer:  They can make accusations and inferences, but if they can not prove them, it’s just grist to the mill. If it is not true, then simply ignore them. 

Interview resumed.

Detective Rogers:  I apologise for my partner’s outburst, but to me, it seems a valid point.  Did she show any changes in behaviour for, say, a month before the event?

Alistair Blair:  She appeared to spend more time at work, and the excuses for doing so were odd, but she had a rather interesting, shall we say, occupation.

Detective Rogers:  Explain.

Alistair Blair:  She worked for an organisation that, in part, had made a decision to create a new branch that employed a group of private detectives as a trial investigation unit.  Madeleine had transferred to that division when it was set up as an administrator.  She had expressed to me more than once that she would like to train to become a private investigator.  I assumed she was secretly training to be one, not sneaking about having an affair.  In over 20 years, I never got the impression she was unsatisfied with me.

Detective Rogers:  How did you feel about discovering she was having an affair?

Alistair Blair:  I think I would have preferred if she were learning to become a private investigator rather than the alternative.  But I was willing to take her at her word that it was over.

Detective Rogers:  But it wasn’t over, was it?”

Alistair Blair:  Unfortunately, no.  I was disappointed, but I think I knew our time together was done.  She tried, but there was always going to be an invisible elephant in the room.  She told me the night before she died that she was leaving.

Detective Wilson:  Did it make you mad enough to want to kill her?

Silence.

Alistair Blair:  It depends on whether you believe my ego would have been mortally wounded by the notion that she could or would leave me.  It wasn’t, by the way.  I carried her bags to the car, and I wished her well and promised I might add that I wasn’t going to fight her in the divorce.  Too many of my friends have, and it’s brought them nothing.  You have proof of that with the CCTV footage.  Then I didn’t leave home.

Detective Wilson:  You expect us to believe you didn’t go anywhere from the moment you saw her leave until the moment we arrived to tell you the news of your wife’s murder?

Alistair Blair:  I can not make you believe anything that you don’t want to believe, but that’s the truth.

Detective Wilson:  You have no alibi.  Just your word that you were at your residence the whole time.  The thing is, we did a thorough analysis of the security system, and there is a path you can take that is not covered.  It’s well worn, and the last boots used on it were yours.

Alistair Blair:  No surprise there.  I do go out the back.

Detective Wilson:  When was the last time, after you saw your wife leave for the last time?

Alistair Blair: The morning you arrived to tell me the bad news.  To get some more wood for the fire.  We’ve already talked about this.  It rained earlier that morning, and it was muddy.

Detective Rogers: The thing is, we found footprints near the edge of the property, unaffected by the rain and very clear footprints that match your boots.  Going and coming back.

Alistair Blair:  That path does go to the shed where the dry wood is stored.  But you know that.

Detective Rogers:  I’m showing the suspect a photo of the man we believe killed Mrs Blair.  Would you say that’s a likeness of yourself, Mr Blair?

Silence.

Alistair Blair:  I would.  Except for one small detail.  This is a remarkably clear photo, and yes, it does.  But it is not me.  It is my brother, in fact, my twin brother.  When we were younger, it was impossible to tell us apart.  Then, about three years ago, he was in a car accident and got a severe head injury.  Left a nasty scar that plastic surgeons tried to hide, but the last operation didn’t quite go as planned.  If you look closely, you can see the start of the scar just before it recedes into the hairline.

Detective Wilson:  You gave a twin brother?  Why didn’t you tell us?

Alistair Blair:  Because I believed he was dead.  Now I understand what Madeleine was talking about.  She said she’d seen me out with another woman, and I kept telling her it wasn’t me.

Detective Rogers:  You actually have a twin brother?

Alistair Blair:  I didn’t want one, but yes.

Sound of phone vibrating.

Detective Rogers:  You are not supposed to have your cell phone on.

Alistair Blair:  Answer it.  If you want to talk to a ghost.

Ringing stops.

Inspector Rogers:  Who is this?

Voice:  Ask Alistair, or had he told you already?  I told you I’d get a payback, Ally.

Alistair Blair:  Give yourself up, Sylvester.

Voice:  Why.  The cops have got you on the hook for your wife’s murder, and I don’t exist.  I’m dead, remember.

Alistair Blair:  They’ve got you on CCTV.

Voice:  They’ve got you on CCTV, Ally.  Dressed up to look like me.  He did it.  If he couldn’t have her, no one could.  You’d better arrest him because he will be gone if you let him go.  Poof.

Laughter, then silence.

Detective Rogers:  What sort of elaborate hoax did you think you could try and get away with, Mr Blair?

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©  Charles Heath 2025