Jack strode down the pristine hallways of the Fargo Police Department, his thoughts a whirlwind of questions. As he approached the interview room, he took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside, Margaret Phillips sat at a small table, looking composed and collected. She looked up as Jack entered, her eyes warm and curious.
Margaret was a petite woman in her fifties with short, black hair and warm, hazel eyes. She was a business owner in Minneapolis, and Jack knew that she had gone through a divorce from George Williams years ago.
Jack introduced himself and took a seat across from her.
“Mrs. Phillips, I understand you were married to George Williams for many years,” Jack began.
“Yes, I was married to him for quite some time,” she said, her voice soft but steady.
“I’m sorry to have
