It’s Wednesday 1998 in Dustin, Florida. It’s raining and they sky is black and gray. All you can hear is thundering, not one noise is outside. Its 3:00 pm and all of a sudden a scream shattered the silence. Mary Williams is the wife of Brett Williams and the mother of Erica and Macy Williams. Mary runs to the phone and calls the police,
“I need a police my husband is dead, it looks like he been shot!”
“Calm down ma’am we are sending an ambulance and two detectives over immediately.” Said the police operator
“Okay hurry!”
Five minutes later two detectives where there, named Walter and Dwight. Walter was 5’7, had broad shoulders, blond hair, and a small blond mustache. Dwight was 5’8, brown hair, big ears, smiling and looked to happy to be investaging a murder.
“Hello ma’am my name is Detective Walter and this is Detective Dwight.”
“Hello, I’m Mary Williams my husband just got shot!”
“May you show us where you found his body.” said Detective Dwight
Mary walked through a room opened two wide French doors and pointed to a couch. There lies a body male, age around 45, brown hair and wearing a suit. You could see where he got shot; a bullet right below his heart. Blood was everywhere and the body was straight up like someone moved him to be in that position.
“This is where I found him blood everywhere.” Said Mary
Both detectives started walking the room. Searching for clues something they could use. Then, detective Walter stopped and looked at the wall, blood stains all over slapperd like a picture. Brett to get shot in front of the couch for the blood to be like that.
“Mrs. Mary, do you have Kids someone who might have seen the person come or go?” asked Detective Dwight
“Yes, I have two daughters Macy and Erica.” said Mary
“Are they here?” asked Dwight
“I don’t know, they should be, school ends at 2:30.”
“Okay well we will talk to them when they get home. Mrs. Mary I need you to tell me what happened yesterday.”
“Okay, well everyone got up and dressed and went downstairs and was eating breakfast. The morning was really tough for me I had a headache and my stomach was hurting, but I got over it like 10 minutes later. I went downstairs and Macy was complaining again about how Erica gets everything and she needed new stuff for her silly gadgets she plays with. Brett was talking about how she couldn’t get it because Erica needed singing lessons. They kept on arguing and I really didn’t like it. I mean nobody asked my how my morning was going. So I stopped the argument and said I needed more clothes and jewelry and Brett said I needed to stop being selfish. So I said whatever and we all left the kids to school us to work.”
Dwight interrupted and said “where does Brett work?”
“At the local doctor’s office down the street, but like I was saying Brett gets home around 2:45. I come home around 3:05, my back hurt and my feet ugh it wasn’t a good day. When I arrived Macy and Erica where fighting. I don’t remember everything about it but I remember Macy calling Erica a spoiled brat. At that point I was feed up and ended the fight and sent Macy to her room. What she said was just disrespectful. Then that’s what happened yesterday.”
“What happened today?” asked Walter
“The same thing, expect the fights weren’t as annoying.” Said Mary
“So today you came home walked inside and found your husband dead?” asked Walter
“Yes that is correct”
Dwight got up and looked around, he saw Mary’s feet and didn’t see any water that made him suspicious. Then he got up and walked around, he stopped first at the bathroom and said
“Walter I think you need to see this!”
Walter walked over to where Dwight was and saw two bodies lying there dead. Mary walked up and screamed
“AHHHH why me! My husband now my kids what am I supposed to do?”
“Mrs. Mary please tell me one more time, did you go to work today” asked Walter
“Yes.” said Mary
“Well, you’re under arrest for killing you husband and kids.” Stated Walter while putting handcuffs on her.
“Tell me one thing.” said Dwight “Why did you do it?”
“Because they were in my way of getting things I wanted!” stated Mary with an evil laugh
