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between us from the very first moment we met, but there turned out to be nothing behind it, nothing substantial. At least, not for me,” she told him sadly. With all her heart she wished that there could have been. But this was a case where wishing just didn’t make it so.
    “But there was for him?” Nick questioned, watching her closely.
    To him, half of police work was getting a feeling for the person you were dealing with, looking beneath their layers, their complexities. He was fairly certain that he would be able to tell if this woman was lying to him.
    The answer to the last question was yes, but how did she get that across without sounding conceited?
    “Well, Peter said he loved me, that he wanted to take care of me for the rest of my life,” Suzy said. A rueful smile curved her mouth as she remembered the first stages of their relationship, before the wedding ring, the disappointments and the baby. “You have no idea how good that sounded to me at the time.”
    She raised her eyes to Nick and he saw a defensiveness entering the bright blue orbs, as if the woman dared him to find fault in her words.
    “I had less than an ideal childhood,” Suzy added by way of an explanation, “and just wanted someone to care whether I lived or died. Peter said he did.” At the time, that seemed to be enough of a basis for marriage. “So I married him, hoping that I’d eventually feel the same way about him.”
    “But you didn’t.” It wasn’t really a guess at this point but a conclusion drawn from what she’d already told him.
    “Well, I didn’t want him dead.” And then she relented slightly, adding, “But I didn’t particularly want him living with me. Especially when he was growing so distant—not that I really blamed him for that.” This was all coming out really badly. To her ear, it sounded as if she was digging herself into a hole. “I began to think that the whole thing—marrying Peter—was a mistake.
    “The baby wasn’t a mistake,” Suzy quickly added in the next breath, anticipating what the detective was probably thinking. “But on the other hand, no baby should be used as a way to keep a marriage together. It’s not fair to the baby or to the two people involved.”
    That all sounded very noble. Maybe too noble, Nick thought. “Do you know how much insurance your husband was carrying?”
    Suzy frowned, confused for a moment. “Life insurance?”
    “Yes, life insurance,” he repeated, a trace of impatience in his voice. “How much was your husband carrying?”
    She was still reeling from news of Peter’s murder. Practical questions like the one the detective had just posed hadn’t even occurred to her yet.
    “I have no idea,” she told him. “As far as I know, he wasn’t carrying any.” And then, although she didn’t want to believe anyone would even remotely think this horrible way about her, that she would kill someone, especially her husband, for money, Suzy demanded, “Why? Do you think I had him killed so I could get the insurance money?”
    The whole thing was too ludicrous to believe—yet the detective obviously saw it as a possibility. Suzy didn’t know whether to be angry—or afraid. Was she going to need a lawyer on top of everything else?
    Nick deliberately didn’t answer her directly. “It’s been known to happen.”
    “Well, not as far as I’m concerned,” she retorted angrily. Stress and overworked hormones had her fairly shouting at him. “I’m an accountant. I have a good job and I don’t need extra money from some stupid life insurance policy.”
    “Everyone needs extra money,” Nick told her matter-of-factly. And women had killed their husbands for reasons other than money.
    Her eyes flashed. Okay, she was getting really tired of this verbal sparring match. If he thought she’d killed Peter for the money, she wanted him to come out and just say it.
    “Are you trying to accuse me of something, Detective?”
    Just then, before he could respond,