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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 482 из 490And then – if the Brooklyn Diocese had no objections – they’d have a double funeral Mass at Santa Lucia, and a double burial in the church cemetery. Wouldn’t that be ironic? Or at least convenient for friends and family. In any case, I’d skip those funerals.
A uniformed officer found me and escorted me back into the office.
Susan picked up her story by saying, “I was hoping that John figured out that something was wrong and that he’d called the police… but then I heard Anthony’s voice in the hall and another voice, and when I realized it was John, my heart sank…”
I sat and listened to Susan describing from her perspective what happened in the bedroom. Her story and mine differed only in regard to what she was thinking. She stated, for instance, “As I said before, Bellarosa told me that the first thing that would happen when John got there was that he was going to make me kneel on the floor and give him… oral sex. So I knew I could… bite him and he’d be in such pain that I could roll under the bed and retrieve the shotgun that I’d put there.” She let everyone know, “He made John handcuff himself to the radiator, but he didn’t think I was a threat to him.”
Well, I’ll bet Anthony rethought that when Susan blew a hole through his chest.
Susan finished her statement by saying, “He said he was going to kill us, and I knew our lives were in danger. So when I retrieved the shotgun and told him to freeze and put his hands up, he yelled at me, ‘You’re dead, you bitch!’ Then he lunged at me and grabbed for the barrel of the shotgun.” She remembered to add, “I had no choice except to pull the trigger.”
Detective Jones, Lieutenant Kennedy, and Ms. Donnelly glanced at one another, then Detective Jones said to Susan, “Thank you.” He asked her to read her statement, which she did, then she signed it as did Detective Jones and Lieutenant Kennedy. Lieutenant Kennedy and Ms. Donnelly then excused themselves, but I stayed with Susan and Detective Jones, who asked Susan a few questions.
As Susan replied, I called her travel agent and left a message canceling our trip. Also, we weren’t able to stay in our house, which had become a crime scene, as well as a place that suddenly had bad memories attached, so I called The Creek and booked us a cottage with a late arrival.
Detective Jones then excused himself, leaving us alone in the office.
I asked Susan, “How are you doing?”
She shrugged and replied, “Tired and drained. But… I’m feeling this post-traumatic euphoria that the nurse at the hospital said I might experience.”
“I understand.
A uniformed officer found me and escorted me back into the office.
Susan picked up her story by saying, “I was hoping that John figured out that something was wrong and that he’d called the police… but then I heard Anthony’s voice in the hall and another voice, and when I realized it was John, my heart sank…”
I sat and listened to Susan describing from her perspective what happened in the bedroom. Her story and mine differed only in regard to what she was thinking. She stated, for instance, “As I said before, Bellarosa told me that the first thing that would happen when John got there was that he was going to make me kneel on the floor and give him… oral sex. So I knew I could… bite him and he’d be in such pain that I could roll under the bed and retrieve the shotgun that I’d put there.” She let everyone know, “He made John handcuff himself to the radiator, but he didn’t think I was a threat to him.”
Well, I’ll bet Anthony rethought that when Susan blew a hole through his chest.
Susan finished her statement by saying, “He said he was going to kill us, and I knew our lives were in danger. So when I retrieved the shotgun and told him to freeze and put his hands up, he yelled at me, ‘You’re dead, you bitch!’ Then he lunged at me and grabbed for the barrel of the shotgun.” She remembered to add, “I had no choice except to pull the trigger.”
Detective Jones, Lieutenant Kennedy, and Ms. Donnelly glanced at one another, then Detective Jones said to Susan, “Thank you.” He asked her to read her statement, which she did, then she signed it as did Detective Jones and Lieutenant Kennedy. Lieutenant Kennedy and Ms. Donnelly then excused themselves, but I stayed with Susan and Detective Jones, who asked Susan a few questions.
As Susan replied, I called her travel agent and left a message canceling our trip. Also, we weren’t able to stay in our house, which had become a crime scene, as well as a place that suddenly had bad memories attached, so I called The Creek and booked us a cottage with a late arrival.
Detective Jones then excused himself, leaving us alone in the office.
I asked Susan, “How are you doing?”
She shrugged and replied, “Tired and drained. But… I’m feeling this post-traumatic euphoria that the nurse at the hospital said I might experience.”
“I understand.