companion, exquisitely dressed, beautiful, contented, and attentive. The realization that she’d learned her lessons too well began to add to her pounding head.
Feeling more nourished, they resumed the questioning. “Mrs. Rawlings, you stated that Anthony Rawlings was physically and mentally abusive, yet you decided to marry him. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes.”
“Now can you please tell us who took care of the wedding? And if it was nice?”
“Tony paid for the wedding, he hired wedding planners, they did everything, and it was beautiful. You should know, you were there.”
“Do you have any idea of the cost of your wedding?”
“No.”
“Well, for your information it came to over $350,000. Your dress alone was over $70,000.” Claire really had no idea. “And those figures do not include your rings or your honeymoon. Mrs. Rawlings, can you tell us where you went on your honeymoon?”
“We went to Fiji, to a private island.”
“The cost of this honeymoon, Mrs. Rawlings, do you know the cost?”
“No. It was never discussed with me. I didn’t care about the money!” Claire suddenly felt tired.
“When you were apprehended you were driving a very expensive car registered to you, wearing multiple pieces of fine jewelry and expensive clothes. Do you still claim you don’t care about money?”
“I drove that car because I found the keys. The clothes and jewelry were all because Tony made me wear them. I didn’t even choose my own clothes that morning.”
Mr. Evergreen went back to his laptop. “Now back to your wedding. Did you know that you and Mr. Rawlings don’t have a prenuptial agreement?”
“Yes. He told me we didn’t need one. If I ever tried to leave him there would be unpleasant consequences.”
“Mrs. Rawlings, I am asking the questions. Did you know that his legal consul wanted him to have a prenuptial agreement?”
“Yes, he told me, that the decision was solely his.”
“Did or do you understand that without a prenuptial agreement if you and Mr. Rawlings were to divorce you would have claim to half of his fortune?”
“I hadn’t given it any thought.”
“And I suppose you hadn’t given any thought to the fact that if Mr. Rawlings died you would have sole claim to his entire fortune.”
“Honestly, no.”
He then showed Claire a picture of an apartment house in Atlanta. “Do you recognize this building?”
“Yes.”
“I would assume you would. It is the apartment in which you lived prior to moving into Mr. Rawlings’s mansion. How big was your apartment?”
Claire hadn’t thought about that apartment in almost two years. “It was a one-bedroom with an eat-in kitchen.”
“Now, Mrs. Rawlings, do you recognize this residence?” It was an aerial photograph of the mansion. It showed the sprawling wings of the home, the pool, the long drive, the various patios, and the massive expenditure of land surrounding it all.
“Yes.”
“Yes, it is the home you and Mr. Rawlings shared. Is that correct?”
Claire wanted to be done with this. “Yes, it is”
“Mrs. Rawlings, how big is this house?”
“I don’t know. Do you mean in square feet?” She was becoming irritated.
“All right then. How many bedrooms?” Mr. Evergreen was smiling.
Claire thought about it for a minute. “Honestly, I don’t know. Do you want the staffs’ rooms counted too? I don’t know.”
“So let me get this straight. You have been held captive in this home for nearly two years and you don’t know how many bedrooms are there? Or perhaps you were enjoying the life of luxury too much to worry about such things?” Mr. Evergreen tapped his computer screen. “Well, let’s shift gears. Do you recognize yourself in this photo?” Claire nodded. “Can you please tell me where you are and what you are doing?”
“I am in Davenport, shopping.”
“You are shopping. But I thought you didn’t have any money?”
“Tony gave me a credit card.”
“Was this before or after you were married?”
“I believe that picture is before. But seriously, you don’t—”
Mr. Evergreen interrupted her. “Mrs. Rawlings, allow me to ask the questions. So Mr. Rawlings gave you a credit card before you were married. Who paid the bill?”
“He did.”
“Who is with you on this shopping trip?”
“Eric, Mr. Rawlings’s driver was there in the car.”
“So if you were a prisoner, wouldn’t this have been an excellent opportunity to escape? After all, you are all by yourself in Davenport. Mrs. Rawlings, did you try to escape?”
“No. I was afraid.”
“Stick to the yes and no answers.” Mr. Evergreen looked at his notes on the screen. “Did you only use your credit card in Davenport?”
“No.”
Mr. Evergreen showed some more pictures: Claire on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, shopping at Saks