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To make things even more confusing, the way she and Robin had left each other the night before made their relationship as much a mystery to her as the case itself.
When the phone jangled it took her four rings to get it as she stumbled over the bathroom rug.
“Hello,” she answered breathlessly.
“What’s going on?” Robin asked.
“Ah, it’s you,” Leslie recognized her partner’s voice.
“I got a call from Hannah in police records. She did a little more checking on Remy for me, I wanted to see if she could find some police report to confirm the violence that put her in Brightwood.”
“And?”
“Remy was arrested for slashing her lover with a knife, caught her in the thigh and abdomen.”
“Woah. Was she tied up?” Leslie asked.
“No.”
“Did the victim die?”
“No. She was slashed a little but survived. Apparently Remy went nuts, inexplicably, all of a sudden. Then at the last minute, she panicked, and thankfully couldn’t go through with the murder – if that’s what she was planning to do in the first place. Remy was sent away for psychiatric evaluation and never made it back to court after the initial proceedings. She was committed to Brightwood and stayed there for two years.”
“Was there any indication why she wanted to murder her lover?” Leslie asked.
“She was losing her to another woman,” Robin said.
“How interesting. You know, Rob, I think it’s time we confronted the ladies on the hill a little more directly.”
“Remy and Jane both,” Robin agreed.
“And no Martha around, this time,” Leslie added.
“I’ll pick you up at one.
When Robin and Leslie arrived at Roman Hill that afternoon, they were in luck, finding Remy outside in the big garden by the roses with a pair of trimmers in her hand. Thinking of Robin’s report on the slashing, Leslie shivered seeing the sharp sheers.
“I thought a few flowers in the house might brighten things. I don’t know how we’re going to get over the gloom here,” Remy said trying to put on a pleasant face.
“Do you have a minute f
or some questions?” Robin asked.
“Sure,” Remy answered. Her eyes twinkled softly. It was hard to believe that this woman had a history of crazy behavior. She was a shy woman and peaceful. Her quiet didn’t seem to be a disguise for a violent and troubled soul. Hopefully, she had been cured in her two year stay at Brightwood.
“We understand that this murder has really shaken you,” Robin said.
“Wouldn’t it upset anyone?” Remy said, her face suddenly looked quite sad.
“I’m sure, but I wonder if perhaps this reminds you of your past?” Leslie continued probing gently.
“My past?” The woman looked instantly distraught.
“Let’s not beat around the bush. We’re aware of your stay at Brightwood Hospital,” Leslie said.
Remy’s eyes changed immediately hearing the name. She lowered her head as if she was going to cry.
“Please, I don’t really want to think about this. You’re right, what just happened here – Felicia’s murder,” she shuddered visibly, “does remind me of that … that other time. People around me were dying left and right. My mother, my brother. My father was terrible. My sanity got away from me. Sometimes I still struggle with it, but I didn’t kill Felicia, I couldn’t.” She was anxious, afraid, as if she had been accused. “I could never do anything like that, tie her up, never.” Remy paused, looking guilty just talking about it.
