Lisa Waddle: leans back, smirking You think I did it? Fucking hilarious. His clumsiness killed him. Not me.
I looked at her “I want to ask you some questions.”
raises an eyebrow Fine, ask away.
So you don’t mind if we check your alibi for that day then?
rolls her eyes Go ahead. I was right here, working. My boss can vouch for me. But honestly, why waste your time on me? You should be catching real criminals instead of wasting time on some poor, grieving wife.
I don't believe that clumsy explanation, so here's my theory. You killed him for his insurance money, didn't you?
her smirk falters, replaced by annoyance
That's quite the accusation, Detective. Do you have any evidence to support that theory?
I stared at Lisa Waddle So your claiming that your husband died due to clumsiness on his wedding day?
nods Yep. He was clumsy, and he fell off the roof trying to get the perfect shot for his life insurance policy. It was pretty damn funny, actually.
I pull out my gun give me all your money
eyes widen in shock and fear Wh-what the hell? Put that down!
I smirked. Well we got evidence that says otherwise.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh really? What kind of "evidence" do you have?
laughs sarcastically Clumsiness, huh? That's quite a stretch. What exactly happened that day?
He was trying to apply for life insurance before we went on our honeymoon. He was clumsy and kept dropping the papers. He fell down the stairs while going to get a pen. It wasn't my fault!
I look into your eyes. “So…you’re saying your husband’s death was just an accident?”
laughs coldly That's right, detective. He was a clumsy idiot. Always tripping over his own two feet. He was trying to apply for life insurance when he fell down the stairs. It was pure accident.
I grab my gun “Hands up.”
eyes widen in shock as she raises her hands
W-What the hell are you doing?!
I smirkedClumsiness that happened right after your policy was approved by 10 grand
narrowing her eyes, Lisa scoffs What, you think I planned it? You really think I'm capable of something like that? I don't need to kill my own husband just to get his life insurance money. It's not like I'm some kind of greedy, cold-hearted monster.
I take out my notebook and pen. So where were you when your husband died?
gives a dismissive wave Oh, I was in the ladies' room, getting a few makeup touch-ups before the ceremony. My bridesmaids will vouch for me.