FOURTEEN
JULY 20
Marshall Jennings forced himself to wait outside until what he considered was a decent hour for a police visit. It was 7:45 a.m. when he rang the Carson doorbell. There were no responsive sounds. After the second ring, Marie Carson opened the door slightly, pulling her robe around her tightly as she said, “Hello, Detective. What can I do for you?”
“May I come in, ma’am? We need to talk some more.”
“Yes, sure. Do you want coffee?”
“No ma’am, I’m okay.”
She showed Jennings into the living room and he sat down on the couch. She sat in a recliner next to the couch and said, “So, how can I help?”
“You know that your husband was having an affair, correct?”
She looked down at her lap, and then back at Jennings. “Do we have to go there, Detective?”
“Yes, ma’am, we do. I h
