sir?â
âWeâre gonna make this Oppenheimer woman pay for what she did to you. When Iâm done with her, sheâll make the Boston Strangler look like a choir boy.â
âOh, I donât want to hurt Shona â¦â
âDonât worry. You wonât have to. Iâll do it for you. Come on.â
And we follow the pit bull into his den.
âOkay, letâs see what weâve got,â says Nussbaum, flipping through a file folder when weâre all seated around his desk.
I notice our chairs are kind of short. His, behind the desk, looks like it might be on an elevated platform.
Nussbaum takes a photo out of the file. I recognize the shot. Itâs one I took of Christineâs bruised and battered neck.
âI called the SHPD right after you people called me. Demanded that they send me the police report of the incident in question, ASAP. They were quite cooperative.â
âAs Iâm sure you will always find them to be,â says Ceepak.
âRight, right. You two are cops, correct?â
âYes, sir.â
âIn fact,â I say, âI wrote up that police report.â
Nussbaum flips to the front page of the Case Report.
âYouâre Boyle? The OIC? Officer in Charge?â
âIf I need to leave the room because of any conflict of interest â¦â
Nussbaum holds up his hand. âNot yet. Weâre gonna be subpoenaing you ⦠for the hearing â¦â
âYes, sir.â
âOf course, I have to wonder why you didnât arrest Mrs. Oppenheimer for assault and battery when you saw those ligature marks on Ms. Lemonopolousâs neck. Why you checked âReview Onlyâ down here instead of âArrest Warrant.ââ
âShe claimed self-defense,â says Ceepak, jumping to my defense.
âCome on, boys, donât piss on my boot and tell me itâs raining. You two have been around the block. You both know your Forensics one-oh-one. So, Officer In Charge Boyle, since when are strangulation marks a sign of self-defense?â
I clear my throat. Nervously. âMrs. Oppenheimer claimed that she had to hold Christine by the neck to stave off her kicks and punches.â
âWhat? She couldnât do what most people do when someoneâs whaling on them?â The lawyer holds up both his arms to block his face and body. âHow come she didnât pull a rope-a-dope like Muhammad Ali against George Foreman? Nineteen-seventy-four. The Rumble In The Jungle?â
Okay. Iâm feeling pretty dumb. Like maybe I shouldâve slapped the cuffs on Mrs. Oppenheimer and dragged her off to jail when we caught that 911 call.
âIs any of this relevant at this juncture?â asks Ceepak.
âOfficer Boyleâs incredible SNAFU on the night of the inciting incident?â Nussbaum shrugs. âNah. You were in a she said/she said situation. The only independent witness was a scared kid, the son of the Sea Haven Strangler. I probably wouldâve done the same thing. Break âem up, send them to separate corners, call it a night. But now that Oppenheimer is coming after Ms. Lemonopolous with the full fury of the law instead of her two fists, now we fight back.â
I nod. âYes, sir.â
âOkay, Christine. Whyâd Mrs. Oppenheimer want to wring your neck?â
Christine takes a moment. Smooths out her pants legs. âWe had a disagreement.â
âYeah, yeah. And you tried to âdefuse the situation by walking out of the room.â I read your statement. Nice. Very sweet.â
He makes a âgimme, gimmeâ gesture with one hand.
âI need more.â
âWell,â says Christine, âI donât want to cause Shona any trouble â¦â
âWhat?â Nussbaum is livid. âThis Oppenheimer woman and her high-priced attorney are trying to screw you for life and you donât want to cause her âany troubleâ? They got a