Chapter 6 - The EvidenceThe wire cutters lay among the shattered glass.
Their red handles were unmistakable.
Eleanor's eyes narrowed.
She had seen them before.
Not in the foyer.
In Richard's hands.
Late one night.
He had told her he was repairing an electrical problem in the attic.
She had believed him.
Now she understood.
Martha slowly bent down.
Richard stepped forward.
“Don't touch those.”
His voice was suddenly different.
Martha looked at him.
“Why?”
Richard didn't answer.
Eleanor stared at the tool.
Tiny steel fibers were caught between the jaws.
The same kind of braided steel used in the chandelier's suspension cable.
The room seemed to tilt around her.
“You cut it,” Eleanor whispered.
Richard's eyes snapped toward her.
“No.”
“You cut the cable.”
“No.”
“You did this.”
Richard's face hardened.
“Stop talking.”
Eleanor backed away.
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The man standing in front of her no longer looked like her husband.
He looked like a stranger.
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