Could this day get any worse? Roger thought as he opened his front door to find Essie Meyer standing on his front porch. She was dressed as if she had been standing at a street corner on Halloween, waiting for customers in her orange halter top, black miniskirt, and seven inch orange-black heels. You can take the girl out of the trailer park but you cannot take trailer park out of her. Roger thought trying not to laugh.
Roger was holding an icepack to his swollen lip, the causality of his fight with Kevin.
“Did you kill him?” Essie asked.
“I should be asking you that question.” Roger retorted.
“Two weeks ago, he made you his successor and how he is dead. Doesn’t that sound fishy?” Essie put her left hand on her hip.
“Essie, no one knew what Martin was up to. His lawyer made that clear.”
“He must have told you or else he wouldn’t be dead.”
“Essie, do you even care who killed Martin?” Roger inquired.
“I loved him!” She exclaimed.
“Essie, you loved his money!”
“We were to going get married,” Essie lied.
“You and I both know that know that is a bunch of crap, Essie! You were using him and he was using you.”
“Whatever! You had no right to take away what I worked for the past ten years? I am going to sue you for every dime.”
“HR has a generous severance package lined up for you. You won’t be suing anyone.” Roger said.
“I was supposed to be his successor and I was supposed to become majority shareholder!” Essie whined.
“Well it didn’t happened! Stop acting like a toddler throwing a fit!”
“I don’t get it. Okay, fine Martin made you his successor but why take away everything I worked for?”
“What is so funny?” Essie exclaimed.
Are you talking about your bedroom skills or business skills, the latter of which you don’t have?”
“What do you know Roger? You have never been with a woman like me?”
“You mean a money hungry whore? You are not my type.” Roger chuckled.
Essie let out an exasperated grunt. Then she softened, “Let me in and I will show what I used to do for Martin,” She said.
“I told you money hungry whores are not my type!” Roger said slamming the door.
Essie was fuming outside but she knew how to get back at Roger. She would talk to the lead detective leading the investigation into Martin’s death. What was his name? Craig? It did not matter because she knew where to find him; The District 7 office.
Kevin had just finished interviewing John Baine when he got a call that there was someone with information about Martin’s murder at the police station. When he got to there, he was shocked to find out the person was Essie Meyer, WMR’s VP and Assistant CEO – the former VP and Assistant CEO. It was the big media story, following Martin’s murder. Roger Fluerez fired her shortly after finding out he was Martin’s successor.
Kevin met with Essie in his office. She was VP? Kevin thought as he saw made note of the trashy outfit she was wearing.
“What can I do for you, Ms. Meyer?” Kevin asked.
“Lieutenant, I have reason to believe that Roger Fluerez may have killed his father.” Essie said smugly.
“What makes you think that?” Kevin asked. “And you are not here because Roger ousted you from the company?”
“No sir,” She responded, “Yes, I was supposed to be Martin’s successor but two weeks ago, Martin changed his succession plan. Martin told me that he made this change and that he would be sharing this information with Roger. Now Martin is dead and Roger has taken over as his successor.”
“Ms. Meyer, I have to talked WMR’s lawyers and the information they provided contradicts what you are saying.” Kevin responded.
“Martin and I were involved. He shared all his secrets with me.” Essie lied.
“How involved were you?” Kevin asked.
“We were in love. We were talking about marriage.” Essie lied once more.
“Is that all?” Kevin asked. “What you are saying not sufficient evidence that Roger killed his father.”
“It is motive,” Essie countered. “Plus, Roger hated his father and that many at WMR can attest to that. Martin tried to reach out to Roger. He sent him to school and hired him at WMR. Despite everything Martin did for him, Roger just had a sense of entitlement and he never reciprocated his father’s gesture.”
“Did Martin ever say that he feared his son or feared his life from his son?”
Essie bit her lip and hesitated, “Yes, Martin was worried that Roger was after his fortunate but he thought that making Roger his successor would make Roger trust him. Unfortunately, it cost Martin his life.”
“Do you have anything else for me, Ms. Meyer?”
“No, Lieutenant.” Essie got up and started to leave me.
“One more thing, Ms. Meyer,” Kevin said.
“Yes,” Essie responded.
“Where were you on yesterday evening between 5 pm and midnight?”
“I was at home. I had a friend over.” She dropped a card on Kevin’s desk. “Here is my business card. My cellphone is on it. Call me if you need anything else.”
Kevin shook his head after Essie Meyer left. That woman was one heck of a character. It did not mean she was wrong about Roger Fluerez. He didn’t trust the guy and he didn’t want him anymore near Dawn. It was time to go talk to Mr. Flurez but it probably wasn’t wise for him to go alone. He would take Jenkins and Paris with him.
Roger was on his laptop looking through Martin’s WMR electronic files. He figured he should be on top of Martin’s projects since he was now doing his job. Well that and the fact he was not allowed near Dawn. Today was the longest day of his life and it was only 4:30 in the afternoon. Maybe he could call Nisey and check on Dawn. No, Nisey was not going to take his call. He could call the nurses’ station but he did not think they would give that information with him. Maybe he should call Kevin but his swollen lip was a reminder that Kevin was not on his side. How about Rafe?
“Listen, my wife isn’t going to be thrilled that I am talking to you,” Rafe said when he answered the phone.
“I just need to know if Dawn is okay … if she is awake.” Roger inquired.
“They will be waking her shortly. Dawn’s parents are here.”
“Thanks Rafe.” Roger said, “One more thing?”
“Yea man?” Rafe responded.
“Maybe you can send me a text when she wakes up and tell me how sure is doing?” Roger pleaded.
“Yes, of course.” Rafe responded. “Listen, Nisey knows you love Dawn but Nisey loves Dawn like a sister. She is just trying to protect her.”
“I understand,” Roger said. “Thanks again.”
Roger put the phone down and headed towards his kitchen for a drink when the doorbell rang. Now what?
“Not you again!” Roger said seeing Kevin with officers Jenkins and Paris at his front door.
“It is Lieutenant Kevin Montello to you,” Kevin responded handing Roger his card. “I am the lead investigator on the Martin Peterson murder. I have some questions for you.”
“Fine, come in.” Roger said leading them to his living room.
One everyone was seated, Kevin asked, “Where you on last night between 5 pm and midnight?”
“I was in D.C. meeting with some Pfizer representatives about a diabetes drug we have been testing. We met for an early dinner and I was back in my hotel room about 6:30 pm.”
“When did you leave your hotel room after that?”
“I checked out at around 5 am.”
“If your meeting ended at 6:30 in the evening, why did you spend the night in D.C.? You were only an hour away.”
“I was supposed to meet with the representatives the following morning for breakfast. Martin really likes – liked – to wine and dine our drug company representatives. After all, they pay for our research.”
“Why did you cancel?” Kevin inquired.
“Before I left for my trip on Wednesday evening, I got into a fight with my girlfriend and I left without saying goodbye or telling her I loved her,” Roger said looking down.
“What was the fight about?”
“It was just a lover’s quarrel,” Roger said giving Kevin a look of distrust. “I decided I would cut my trip short and do something nice to make it up to her.”
“When did you find out that your father was murdered?”
“My assistant, Chelsea, called me to tell me that Warren Medical’s board scheduled an emergency meeting. She thought I knew.”
“What was your relationship with your father like?”
“What?” Roger blinked. “Do I need a lawyer?”
“You are not a suspect,” Kevin said. “And you don’t have to answer any of these questions if you don’t want to.”
“No, it is fine. It is no secret that Martin and I were like oil and water. He didn’t raise me. I only found out six years ago he was my father. He took me into his company and sent me to school but I don’t think he ever really trusted me.”
“Did you know that he had planned on making you his successor?”
“I was as shocked as everyone else this morning.”
“What was his relationship with Essie Meyer like?”
“Essie was sleeping with Martin and that is all I know.” Roger responded.
“What was your relationship with her?”
“Truth be told, I cannot stand the woman.”
“Is that why your ousted her from the company?”
“That was a business decision. Essie Meyer and I don’t work well together and I wanted someone by my side that I could trust and work successfully with.” Roger retorted. “Are we done here?”
“One more thing,” Kevin responded. “Do you own a gun?
“Yes,” Roger replied. “I own a Smith & Wesson Governor. It was a gift from Martin. When I first found out he was my father, he took me to the shooting range. It was a father-son bonding thing – not something I was interested in but Martin was. He gave it to me six months after I met him for the first time.”
Kevin nodded. Roger continued, “He has – had – one too – although I am not sure where he kept it. Essie might know.”
“That’s all the questions I have for now,” Kevin said getting up and heading towards the front door with the two officers. “I will be in touch, Mr. Fluerez.”
Jenkins and Paris went ahead and were already outside. “You probably want to talk to that lawyer,” Kevin said as he walked out.
Roger took a deep breath as he closed the front door. Kevin was just trying to scare him because he didn’t like him but he probably should put a call into John Baine’s law firm.
When he got back to his laptop, he saw that he had received a text message. It was from Rafe. “Dawn’s awake. The police want to question her. Nisey is trying to get a hold of a lawyer. We don’t want her to talk to the police without one.”
“And the hits just keep coming!” Roger said aloud. “Tell Nisey, I am sending someone. Don’t let Dawn talk until the lawyer gets there.” Roger responded to Rafe’s text.
It was time to put in that call to John Baine and ask him to send someone from his firm’s criminal defense team. Dawn was a victim and her ex-boyfriend, or whatever he was, was about to treat her like a criminal. Apparently, I also need a lawyer. He thought as he walked out his front door to go back to WMR to meet with John Baine.