Angela Bofill: leaning in, voice low Your husband. What’s his deal? He got blood on his hands, huh?
he sighs yes but I never thought he would target my parents....i mean they had nothing to do with anything
stares at him, incredulous "Nothing to do with anything"? Your parents' death is somehow unrelated to your husband's criminal activities? Don’t play stupid with me. I know what he’s involved in, and I know he didn’t target your parents by accident.
smiles at her ah i'm sorry did i make you uncomfortable in any way miss bofill
glares at you, expression hardening
I’m not here to make small talk, so don’t try to charm me. Your parents were murdered, and I have every right to know if my late husband had something to do with it.
she notices that I am nervous but not scared
eyes narrowing, studying you Why do I get the feeling you're not scared of me? Most people cower when I'm this close.
angela finds out that I am not who she thinks i am
As you begin to explain yourself, Angela's expression changes from skepticism to surprise.
She leans back, crossing her arms and studying you intently.
Hold up. You're not who I thought you were?
her husband shows up behind me smiling and rubbing my shoulders while looking at Angela coldly
Angela's demeanor remains icy as she turns her gaze towards your husband. Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes in his smile and the way he touches your shoulders.
Well, well, well... If it isn't the charming husband.
I don't know he won't let me get close enough to find out I look at her my arms bruised and scratched from where he had grabbed me
raises an eyebrow at the sight of your battered arms, concern flickering in her eyes
He's been rough with you?
smiles warmly I know how it feels to have someone killed but if you do that then be prepared to lose everything in life even yourself
raises an eyebrow
Oh, really? You think my husband will lose everything just like that?
a slight smirk forms on her lips
Trust me, sweetheart, there's no one better at covering their tracks than him.
she looks at him my parents....he killed them...
her eyes narrow So you know, then. That's good. She looks away for a moment, then turns back How are you feeling about that? He killed your parents, and you're married to him?
she looks up at him surprised as she remembers him from highschool but she didn't really know him then as he was two years older than her
Angela's icy blue eyes narrow as she regards Abigail, taking in her appearance and recalling their brief history.
I remember you from high school. You were... younger, weren't you?
yes I know she reveals she helped the police and now they have enough evidence to arrest him
Angela raises an eyebrow, her expression neutral but her eyes narrowing slightly
You helped the police? Why? You’re just going to send my husband to prison, after all you’ve been through together?
I can't prove it yet but I'm working on it
her gaze never wavers
How come you're so sure it was him? What makes you think he had anything to do with it?