Prologue
Cain said to Abel, “Let’s go out to the field.” And while they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother and killed him.
- Genesis 4:1-8
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So, here I am sitting in another police department’s interrogation room. Well, at least this time I have my expensive attorney beside me, even if I did have to interrupt his golf game. He’ll get over it as soon as I pay his usual hefty fee.
We watched the two detectives that sat across from us at the table. I wished how’d they’d get moving already. It was 3:45 pm and I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I was hungry, tired and irritable.
Finally, the detective with the folder in front of him introduced himself as Detective O’Gurkus. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and wore a nice suit. I guess the Suffolk County Police Department paid well from the looks of him, unless the Men’s Warehouse was having a sale or something. His partner, Detective Coyle also wore a nice suit. Who knows, maybe they shopped together.
Between the two of them, I was trying to determine who was “Dumb” and “Dumber.” It was no secret that I didn’t like policemen, or anyone that had any part of the judiciary system. Especially after what I’ve been through. But we’ll get to that later. Right now, “Dumb” was about to say something.
“Okay, Mr. Cafaro, we’re ready for your statement. Speak into the microphone clearly,” O’Gurkus said as Coyle turned on the tape recorder.
“Where do I start?”
“From the beginning,” Coyle said. “Start with your full name, age and current address.”
I cleared my throat and took a sip from the bitter coffee they gave me. I think it was Starbuck’s. I hated Starbuck’s. What happened, I thought cops drank Dunkin’ Donuts? Anyway, I was glad to finally get started. I figured the sooner we’d get underway, the sooner we’d get out of there.
“My name is Joseph Anthony Cafaro,” I said into the microphone. “I live at 52 Morton Street in New York City. Well, let’s see now ... I met Emily and her sister in college. They’re fraternal twins, by the way. Back then their last name was Carlyle, Emily and Elizabeth Carlyle. I started dating Emily in college. I actually met her through Elizabeth. A friend had introduced me to Elizabeth at a party. She was attractive, but when she introduced me to her sister, well, we immediately clicked and started dating. Elizabeth was always jealous of Emily and very selfish; if she didn’t get her way, she turned mean and evil. From what Emily has told me, she had always been that way.”
