THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

David

Uneasily I pace from one end of the room to another with the phone in my ear. I have just gone to our former house to pack up most of my files and there are litters of it all over the table, the cushions and to the ground.

"You keep asking me this question expecting me to suddenly realize who wants me dead. I don't know anyone that would want me dead," I say matter-of-factly, without leaving the irritation out of my voice.

Parker, the private investigator working on my case, his silence from the other end of the phone annoys me further than his lack of results since I hired him. "Next time you call me, please have something," I say.

"Your wife," he says, his voice sounding disembodied. "You run a joint account with her, yes?"

I fold one arm and nod already getting defensive before he drives home his point. "Well, doesn't she have something to gain from putting you away?"

"What will she gain from that?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Wealth ofcourse," he says. "So she can be w