The detective quickly figured out that Jack was trying to cover for someone and he had an idea who that might be.
“Mr. Stein, did your daughter tell you that she was very overwrought when she paid Mrs. Morris a visit last evening?”
Annette overheard the conversation between Jack and the detective and interrupted.
“I was with Vanessa in my mother’s room. We were both upset. We had just learned of all the evil things she had done and we were trying to confront her about them.”
“Did she respond to you?” The detective asked.
“She was sleeping. We were about to wake her up when a nurse came in to check her vital signs.”
By this time, Kat had joined them. “I saw them both leave Mrs. Morris’ room around 7:45. I was waiting to see Vanessa. I stayed with her until after 10:00.
Jack breathed an audible sigh of relief which didn’t go unnoticed by the detective.
“Well, the nurse reported that Mrs. Morris was alive when she checked on her.” Listen…it’s late… or early depending on how you look at it. Why don’t you all go get some rest. We’ll continue with the questioning tomorrow.
This brought an objection from Jack.
“My daughter is being released tomorrow and I was planning to take her home. My other daughter is still in a hospital in Boston. They’ve both been through enough.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Stein. None of your alibis are complete…at least not until the coroner has established the time of death.”
“Detective…do I need to get a lawyer?” Jack asked.
“Well, that’s up to you, Mr. Stein. I’m a small town guy and I like to think of myself as a fair man. At this point, I’m just gathering some information. I’ll be at the Roadside Cafe at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow in case any of you would like to join me for coffee.
After they checked on Vanessa one more time, Jack, Kat and Annette drove back to the hotel. It was now 3:00 o’clock in the morning and after agreeing to meet in the lobby at 8:00 a.m., they all went to their rooms to try and get some sleep.
After tossing and turning for a few minutes, Kat finally went to sleep. Jack was sitting at the desk in his room. He was jotting down notes to share with the detective in the morning.
Annette decided she needed some air. She opened the sliding glass door and walked out onto the small patio facing the pool area. The cool air was refreshing. She was surprised when she heard what sounded like two people in a rather heated conversation. It was dark, but she was able to spot them sitting at a small table.
Though she couldn’t hear what they were saying well enough to understand what they were arguing about, she could tell it was getting very contentious. And there was something else… Annette moved back into the shadows. She recognized those voices. “Could it be?” She thought. Could it really be?”
Those 70ish Girls 