Cartimandua Insists She Needs More Time.

Cartimandua is being difficult. She insists she needs more time and refuses to do anything just yet. So my story continues. This is Part 2 of CONSIDERING MURDER.
                                 

                                                                                                                 

Amy.Hayes was dead.

Drowned in my pond, whose bank belonged to her.
  

So I learned on my return from my trek into town to stock up on food and wine for what would be my self imposed writing stint.

On my return home I watched events unfold. One by one the vehicles left. Two state police cars, a sheriff’s car and an ambulance.

One car stayed behind. One car: two policemen. The questions began.

“You left exactly when?” the stockier and older of the two asked.

I shrugged. Rarely did I have to remember exactly when I left my house. “8 or 8:30. I didn’t exactly notice.”

“Did you notice anything out of the ordinary before you left?”

“Like what? I saw a deer in the field below the house. That’s not exactly out of the ordinary.”

“When did you last see Mr. or Mrs Hayes?”

“Last week sometime. Thursday I think it was. They came by asking if I had seen their little dog. He had gotten out the day before and they hadn’t seen him since.”

“Which one came by?”

“The wife.”

“Any harsh words between you?”

Their demeanor seemed more accusative than inquisitive. “No, I told her if I saw the dog I would call her. I got her phone number, and she left.”

The silence as they both made notes in their little notebooks was unnerving. I am sure very little time passed, but it seemed like minutes. “How did it happen?” I asked.

.“Looks like she slipped on the bank. It’s muddy still from the past three days rain.  Likely she hit her head on something, fell into the water and drowned.”

“When?”

“Don’t know yet. How deep is the pond?”

“I don’t really know. Deep enough for swimming.”

The two looked at each other. The younger nodded and the older asked, “When were you last swimming?”

“Last week, the day before the rain started.”

First one, then the other, put away their notebooks. The younger and smaller who had said nothing yet spoke. “We will have more questions. Could you come by the station and write out a statement? This afternoon or tomorrow morning. Thank you Mr. Murdock."