“Katherine,” he interrupts, “I’m going to write you another prescription for something that will calm your nerves. I want you to take it twice a day and start returning to a daily routine.” He rips the paper from his pad and hands it to me. “I’ll see you next week.”
I’m walking out of Dr. Burton’s office when my phone rings. Pulling it from my purse, I notice the call is from Oliver’s attorney, Stanley Ruffalo.
“Hello,” I answer, pushing the door and stepping outside the building.
“Katherine, It’s Stanley. I have Oliver’s will ready. When do you think you’ll be available to meet?”
“I’m not too far from your office. I can come by now.”
“Okay. I’ll be here waiting.”
I step inside the tall glass building and take the elevator to the twenty-first floor.
“It’s good to see you again, Katherine.” Stanley shakes my hand. “Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the dark gray chair across from his desk. He strolls over to his chair, sits down, and opens the large file before him. “Oliver has left you everything—his personal bank accounts, the joint account, his investments,his Bentley, and the brownstone. His will states that, upon his death, if the brownstone isn’t paid off, it is to be paid off immediately with funds from a separate account he funded. I’ve already taken the liberty and paid off the mortgage. The home is free and clear of any debt.”
“I appreciate it, Stanley. Thank you.”
I sign some papers, grab my purse, and leave his office.
28
DETECTIVE PAIGE WALKER
“What the actual fuck?”I say.
Elijah glances up at me. “What?”
I stare at the information on the computer screen. “Katherine Tate was married before to a man named Brian Grisham. They lived in Rockstead, Maine.”
“So?” He shrugs. “Half of the world has been married more than once.”
“Her husband, Brian, was murdered in their home during a break-in. According to the police report, Katherine was stabbed and left for dead. I bet you can’t guess how many stab wounds were inflicted on her husband.” I stare at him.
“Don’t even say twenty-two.”
I slowly nod.
“So, we’re dealing with the same guy here?”
“I need to go talk to the captain.” I stand from my desk and walk into his office.
“What’s up, Walker?”
“I need to take a trip to Rockstead, Maine.”
“What for?”
“I just found some interesting information on Katherine Tate. She used to live there with her first husband. One night, someone broke into their home, stabbed her husband twenty-two times, stabbed her, and left her for dead. It was ruled a break-in.”
“Wait a second. You’re telling me that she had two husbands who were murdered the same way? How long ago was this?” he asks.
“A few years ago.”
“So, we’re either dealing with the original Widowmaker or a copycat,” he says. “Go to Rockstead and see what you can find out.”
“Thanks, captain.”
“Make sure you stay at a cheap hotel,” he shouts as I leave his office.
