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Post a Comment. Reader's WIves Part It was always the same for domestics. She had killed her husband, she had admitted it for fuck sake, and the evidence was right there in front of his eyes, the bleeding corpse, the bloody scissors, a sobbing blood-stained women being comforted by a WPC. But that would mean leading her out of the house and into the prying eyes of the TV cameras, the fucking satellite news crew had got there before Griffiths, who the fuck had tipped them off? Now the world would see him lead this poor defenceless woman out of the house. Why was she dressed like a Moulin Rouge whore?

She wore a gaudy red and black basque holding up expensive looking stockings; her ample breast pushed up by the underwear. For a second something there were nearly two stiffs in the room.

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Meryl rose a little unsteadily to her feet, her feet were encased in shiny black stilettos, the heels could have been the murder weapons themselves with a wicked silver point. The women gone Griffiths surveyed the scene. What was going on here? Reader wives stories they were playing some kind of sick game that had gone horribly fatally wrong? Griffiths had heard of couples role playing to the brink of death, not something that happened in his conjugal bed, the only rolling going on there was the missus rolling away from him.

Anyway the stiff was fully dressed so that probably ruled that out. A sniff stopped his mind from wandering further. Meryl Edwards had come back into the room, she looked completely different in her joggers and trainers, no longer a sexy minx just a short, sobbing, slightly overweight housewife in her forties although maybe younger. The WPC followed her in and subtly handed the bagged underwear to the forensic office. Griffiths sat Meryl down and tried to soften his voice again. He explained that she was being placed under arrest and that he had to get her down to the station where a specialist team would look after her for a bit.

Meryl nodded her understanding and struggled to her feet again. After he had got her into the car, he was left standing on the pavement alone, exposed like a lame wilderbeest. The questions came flying at him from the assembled pack of journos.

Griffiths shook his head to al he'd be making no comment and headed back into the house. Griffiths went over to Jones and looked at the pile of porn magazines the younger detective was flicking through.

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Jones shrugged his shoulders and went back to flicking through the other magazines. Griffiths wandered away, lost in thought.

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Griffiths went back to the murder scene, where the SOCOs were just finishing up. As she had been dressed in those clothes, he guessed there had been another photo shoot planned or in progress. Griffiths pulled on another pair of rubber gloves and looked at the camera but there was nothing on it. All the pictures had been wiped or ed to a PC.

He wished he had a female colleague but instead he was lumbered with Jones. Meryl Edwards said nothing. The sobs had dried up and her face had hardened. It was too harsh, patronising, too policemany.

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But it was hopeless, Meryl had said all she was going to say. Griffiths and Jones turned off the video camera, and left the room. Part 3. Come with me. Griffiths marched back into the interview room this time carrying a doll that he had picked up in the office. Just before they entered he whispered to Jones not to say a word.

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He turned the video back on and announced their arrival. He then put the doll on the table in front of Meryl and sat quietly in Reader wives stories chair. After a few minutes she picked up the toy and played with it, almost childlike in her movements, moving the arms and legs. Making the doll sit and stand. Griffiths watched her for a while before he spoke. She shook her head, still enchanted by the figure.

Where did your husband hurt you Meryl? Meryl put the doll down and stared at it, then after a few moments she picked it up again with her right hand and with left she pointed to the head. Out of the corner of his eye Griffiths could sense Jones was desperate to say something. The DI moved his hand just slightly to let his colleague know he should keep stum. Then he wanted to send them into the stupid magazines. But then it became an obsession for him, an obsession for him but a trap for me. He had me. Griffiths had expected tears but there were none.

If I tried to wear those clothes out in public, then I was sleazy, a slut. Griffiths tried to smile an encouraging, sympathetic smile. She picked the doll back up. But video? On the internet? No way was I going to let him get me doing that. Meryl paused and took a swig of water.

I said no but he did his usual shit, tell your friends, tell your mum, show the people in my work. Griffiths announced the interview was over and turned off the video. He had all he wanted, all her solicitor would need for her defence. This BlogThis!

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