…Paul. He was reclining on the sofa, watching her.
“What are you doing here?” Heather asked. Her voice sounded strangled. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t breathe.
“I just want to talk,” Paul said smoothly.
“How did you get in?” Heather asked.
“The back door.”
Hadn’t she checked last night if the sliding glass door was locked before she went to bed last night? Maybe not.
“Get out!” Heather said, “Or I will call the police!”
“Please,” Paul said, for the first time he seemed a little flustered, “I really need to talk. About Carol Jean.”
Heather stood opposite him, her arms crossed in front of her. “What?” she said.
“I think she was murdered,” he said.
“A lot of people do,” Heather said.
“I think I know who did it,” Paul said.
“Then tell the police. Why are you telling me?” There was a roaring in Heather’s ears. She was trying to keep her voice from quaking and her racing pulse to quiet.
“You were her best friend. I just want to see if you know anything about that day. I don’t have a lot of evidence, I want to find out more before I go to the police.”
“Go on,” Heather said.
“Carol Jean and I were…dating…” he said.
“No you weren’t!” Heather protested. “She hated you.”
“She didn’t,” he said simply. “Maybe she wanted to, but she didn’t.”
“We were in love,” his voice caught, “She was…going to have a baby. Our baby.”
“What?!?” None of this made any sense to Heather. He had to be lying.
“It’s true,” Paul said, his eyes welling with tears. He wiped them away fiercely. “When we dated, before, I always loved her but I didn’t treat her like I should have. I found her again, at the restaurant. I went every day to see her until she finally forgave me. She was engaged to Robert but was going to break it off.”
Heather didn’t want to believe him but it lodged a doubt in her mind. For months she had had a nagging suspicion that something was going on with Carol Jean. She’d seem preoccupied and nervous. There had been the times when Robert mentioned that Carol Jean had spent time with Heather but it hadn’t really happened. There had been times when Carol Jean had been hard to get a hold of and she didn’t explain her absence.
“I think she finally told Robert,” Paul said. “I think he killed her.”
Heather sat on the chair opposite Paul. It was too much to think about.
Kansas City Daily Gazette
Thursday, February 3, 2013
Arrest Made in Explosion at Lolo’s
Robert Macum, fiancé of Carol Jean Wilson, was arrested Wednesday in connection to the explosion two weeks ago at Lolo’s restaurant in Kansas City. Footage at nearby Kansas City Alpha Graphics showed him tampering with the gas line on the afternoon of the explosion. Police are still investigating motives. Speaking for the family, Frank Wilson, Carol Jean’s brother said, “We are shocked and hope there is another explanation. They were so much in love.”
“What are you doing here?” Heather asked. Her voice sounded strangled. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t breathe.
“I just want to talk,” Paul said smoothly.
“How did you get in?” Heather asked.
“The back door.”
Hadn’t she checked last night if the sliding glass door was locked before she went to bed last night? Maybe not.
“Get out!” Heather said, “Or I will call the police!”
“Please,” Paul said, for the first time he seemed a little flustered, “I really need to talk. About Carol Jean.”
Heather stood opposite him, her arms crossed in front of her. “What?” she said.
“I think she was murdered,” he said.
“A lot of people do,” Heather said.
“I think I know who did it,” Paul said.
“Then tell the police. Why are you telling me?” There was a roaring in Heather’s ears. She was trying to keep her voice from quaking and her racing pulse to quiet.
“You were her best friend. I just want to see if you know anything about that day. I don’t have a lot of evidence, I want to find out more before I go to the police.”
“Go on,” Heather said.
“Carol Jean and I were…dating…” he said.
“No you weren’t!” Heather protested. “She hated you.”
“She didn’t,” he said simply. “Maybe she wanted to, but she didn’t.”
“We were in love,” his voice caught, “She was…going to have a baby. Our baby.”
“What?!?” None of this made any sense to Heather. He had to be lying.
“It’s true,” Paul said, his eyes welling with tears. He wiped them away fiercely. “When we dated, before, I always loved her but I didn’t treat her like I should have. I found her again, at the restaurant. I went every day to see her until she finally forgave me. She was engaged to Robert but was going to break it off.”
Heather didn’t want to believe him but it lodged a doubt in her mind. For months she had had a nagging suspicion that something was going on with Carol Jean. She’d seem preoccupied and nervous. There had been the times when Robert mentioned that Carol Jean had spent time with Heather but it hadn’t really happened. There had been times when Carol Jean had been hard to get a hold of and she didn’t explain her absence.
“I think she finally told Robert,” Paul said. “I think he killed her.”
Heather sat on the chair opposite Paul. It was too much to think about.
Kansas City Daily Gazette
Thursday, February 3, 2013
Arrest Made in Explosion at Lolo’s
Robert Macum, fiancé of Carol Jean Wilson, was arrested Wednesday in connection to the explosion two weeks ago at Lolo’s restaurant in Kansas City. Footage at nearby Kansas City Alpha Graphics showed him tampering with the gas line on the afternoon of the explosion. Police are still investigating motives. Speaking for the family, Frank Wilson, Carol Jean’s brother said, “We are shocked and hope there is another explanation. They were so much in love.”
