Treacherous Secrets novel Chapter 23

The Butlers were highest on their list of suspects. The fact that both of them were having an affair with Kenton Jenkins and they had both just found out about each other's affair made them prime candidates for the murderer. They decided to go to the Butler's home first to collect jewelry and then go to the Jenkins'.

"Can you imagine how angry both Mr. and Mrs. Butler must have been to find out that Mr. Jenkins was having an affair with both of them?" Janice asked as they drove to the Butler's home.

Harold said, "I would never think about having an affair with a man in the first place. But, if I were that kind of guy, and I found out that the dude I'm seeing is screwing my wife, too, I would lose it."

"Exactly," Janice agreed. "I've been in a similar situation with lovers having affairs with my friends behind my back, and there have been a few times that I wanted to kill some people. That's one of the reasons why I just have a dog now. I can count on him to be loyal to me. People aren't so trust worthy."

They arrived at the Butler's house, which was less than a mile from the Jenkins house.It would have been easy for one of them to walk from their house, kill Kenton Jenkins and walk back home. The house was a large two-story house, similar to the Jenkins' home. One of the doors of the three car garage was open and the space empty. The other two bays had cars in them, including a 1965 cherry red Corvette and new silver SUV.

Janice rang the door bell and then knocked loudly. It took just a few minutes for Carol Butler to open the door. She was in her bathrobe, and her hair was messed up like she had just gotten out of bed. Her eyes were red from crying. "Officers?"

"Detectives Jones and Carter," Janice corrected. She held up the warrant. "We have a warrant to obtain all of the jewelry in the home."

"The jewelry?" Carol asked, confused. "What on earth for?"

"We have reason to believe the killer was wearing a ring that left indentations in Mr. Jenkins head," Janice answered.

"Oh," Carol said, her eyes starting to tear up. She opened the door wider. "Come in. My jewelry is all upstairs in the bedroom." She led them upstairs. "This is my room. All my jewelry is in the jewelry boxes, with the exception of my real diamond rings. They are in a lockbox at the bank."

"We will need those as well," Janice said.

"That's fine. I'll get dressed, and we can go down there. I needed to get up anyway."

Janice watched her walk to the closet and start picking out clothes. She was very slight of build. She doubted Carol would have enough strength to have hit Kenton Jenkins hard enough to cause the blow he got to the head. But, a person has more strength than they normally would when they are angry.

"Where's your husband's jewelry?" Harold asked.

"In his room," Carol answered. "Down the hall on the left."

Harold left and went to search Damon's room. Janice began filling the evidence bags with the jewelry. "So, you and Kenton had been having an affair for a year and you had no idea that he was sleeping with your husband too?"

"No," Carol said taking a tissue out of box by the bed and wiping her nose."How long have you been married?" Janice asked, surveying the room for anything that might provide her with evidence.

"Do you mean kinky things like tying him up and such?" Janice asked.

"Yeah, but he wanted to tie me up not the other way around," Carol said.

Janice stopped her search in the closet and looked at Carol, who was still sitting on the bed looking at her feet. "He didn't want you to do rough stuff to him; he wanted to do it to you, like he was punishing you?"

Carol nodded and started crying. "All I wanted was a happy life, to be loved and have fun, and now this."

Carol gathered the clothes she'd picked out. "I'm going to slip into the bathroom and change."

Janice nodded. "That's fine. I'll be done out here in just a few minutes. We'll get Detective Jones and head to your bank."

Harold poked his head in the bedroom and motioned for Janice to follow him back to Damon's room. He took her in the closet and showed her a box where there was an assortment of sex toys, including handcuffs and whips.

"Christ!" Janice spat. "I will never understand people needing or wanting all that stuff."