Page 50 of Wicked Deceptions
She didn’t protest and raised her arms willingly.
“Anna Jordan, or should I say Aubrey James?”
“Anna Jordan. I had it changed legally several years ago.”
He nodded. “Of course you did.” He took a deep breath, “Good to know you were honest about one thing.” He paced some more and then said, “Anna Jordan, you are under arrest for the murder of your sister, Abigail Andrews. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you don’t have an attorney, the court will appoint an attorney for you. Do you understand these rights as I have stated?”
Crossing her legs, she replied, “Yes.”
Daniels turned back toward Officer Smith. “Please let Ms. Stone go with our apologies.”
Smith nodded and left the room.
Daniels walked to the door. “Don’t you want to know why?” she asked at his back, taunting him.
He turned to face her. “Don’t you want an attorney?”
“No, I don’t want an attorney.”
He stood there in disbelief at her casualness. He had no words for her and was disgusted with the thought that he believed everything she had said to him. “Wanna know the best part, Lieutenant?”
“Not particularly, but I’m sure you’re gonna tell me anyway.”
She grinned. “I absolutely loved watching you scramble. You were so desperate with this case. You never questioned the information I gave you. You never questioned me. You were my entertainment for the last several days, and now that is over, it’s time for me to pay the piper. I knew this day would come. I am, however, impressed that you found me out sooner than I expected. I would have loved to have a couple more nights like the other night, but then again, I should have done a better job hiding Abby’s head.” She giggled.
The laugh Daniels used to love now caused his skin to crawl. Her words made him sick to his stomach.
He walked back to the table and sat down. He didn’t grace her words with any kind of response or reaction, and they remained silent until Officer Smith returned to the room. He sat in the chair next to the door, and Daniels said, “Smith, start recording.” He turned back toward Anna. “State your name, please.”
She did.
“And your relationship to the victim?”
“I’m Abigail Andrews’s sister, her twin sister.” She made a point to emphasize the twin part.
“Ms. Jordan, it is my understanding that you have waived your right to an attorney?”
“Yes.”
“Did you murder your sister, Abigail Andrews?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Would you give us the details please?”
“So yes, Abby is my—or should I saywas,” she smirked, “my twin sister.”
“I’ve gathered that much.”
“Abby had everything, our parents’ love, brains, personality, and even though we were twins, she was prettier than me. Everything she touched turned to gold, while my world grew black. I hated her but tolerated her because she was my sister.” She took a breath. “Then she did the unspeakable, and although I tried, I couldn’t forgive her.”
“And that was?” Daniels asked, prodding.
“I met Brandon Andrews when I was eighteen years old. I swear it was love at first sight, and I know he felt the same for me. We spent as much time as we could together, but his work kept him very busy. There were times when he couldn’t see me, always using the excuse that work kept him away. It always bothered me. I mean really, no man worked that much. And then one day, I found out he was married. It completely broke my heart. Not wanting to share Brandon with anyone, I found his home and killed his wife.”
“And how did you do that?”
“Well, that’s where the story gets interesting.” She winked at Daniels and his stomach turned.
