again,â she said. âWhy would I want to kill him?â
It was a rhetorical question, and I didnât bother answering it.
Five
After a while, Officer Lloyd came over. âMr. Coyne, Mrs. Nichols, would you come with me, please?â
We both stood up and followed Officer Lloyd to the elevators. We took one of them down to the first floor, where she led us to a small conference room off the lobby. It was wood-paneled and empty except for a rectangular table with about a dozen leather-cushioned chairs arranged around it.
âHave a seat, please,â said Officer Lloyd. âThe detectives will be here in a minute. Can I get you something?â
âAnother coffee for me,â I said.
âJust a glass of water, please,â said Sharon.
Officer Lloyd nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Sharon and I sat side by side at the table. I looked at my watch. It was a few minutes before one in the morning.
Officer Lloyd came back with a cup of coffee for me and a bottle of water for Sharon. We thanked her, and she left again.
Iâd drunk about half of my coffee when the door opened and Horowitz and Marcia Benetti came in. They sat across from us.
âIâm Detective Horowitz,â he said to Sharon. âThis is Detective Benetti.â
They all nodded to each other.
Horowitz looked at me. âWeâre gonna be here all night. There are two hundred and seventeen visiting veterinarians attending this convention. Tomorrow theyâll all go home. They come from all over the world. Japan and Argentina and Denmark and Egypt. We got to interrogate and clear every one of them.â He shook his head. âNot even to mention about fifty hotel employees on duty tonight and all the other hotel guests.â
âPoor you,â I said.
âMy sentiments exactly.â He put his forearms on the table, leaned forward, and looked at Sharon. âWe hope you can help us understand what happened here tonight,â he said. âYou wonât mind answering some questions for us?â
âI donât mind,â said Sharon.
âOkay, good,â said Horowitz. He jerked his head in the direction of his partner. âWeâre going to record this. Save us the trouble of taking notes.â He looked at me. âOkay?â
I nodded. âSure.â
Benetti reached into her big shoulder bag and took out a battery-run digital recorder. It was about the size of a television remote. She pressed a button on its side, said, âJust testing,â flipped another button, and we heard, âJust testing,â loud and clear.
She put it in the middle of the table between us and said, âOkay. Weâre good to go.â
Horowitz said, âWeâre here at the Beverly Suites Hotel in Natick. This is Detective Roger Horowitz. Detective Marcia Benetti is here, along with Sharon Nichols and attorney Brady Coyne. Itâs, um, April twenty-oneââhe glanced at his wristwatchââno, itâs after midnightâ12:42 A.M . on Sunday, Apriltwenty-two.â He looked at Sharon and me and shrugged. âOkay, then. Mrs. Nichols. Our victim, Kenneth Nichols, he was your ex-husband, right?â
âYes, thatâs right,â said Sharon.
âAnd you were here tonightâ¦why?â
âWe hadnât seen each other in a long time. It was a kind ofâ¦a get-together. A chance to get to know each other again.â
âLike a date.â
âSort of, yes.â
âIn his hotel room.â
Sharon nodded.
âAnswer for the recorder, please,â Horowitz said.
âYes,â she said. âWeâd planned to meet in Kenâs hotel room.â
âWhy in his room?â
âIt was a kind of celebration. He was going to order champagne.â
âA celebration of what?â asked Horowitz.
âOf ourâ¦of being interested in each other again.â
Horowitz hesitated, then said,