question linger without a response, but fuck that. “Yes, Mr. Masters, I do find this situation—” he made a circle with his hand motioning at the lawyers “—comical. What I didn’t find comical was examining her husband’s dead body. What I still don’t find comical is the fact Mrs. Treyson is barricaded behind a wall of lawyers when she’s not yet a suspect. What I find hilariously offensive is the fact we couldn’t ask one question without you stonewalling us. Samuel Treyson deserves justice. We are here to see justice is served. Your client may have information that could help us track down this man’s killer. I wouldn’t want to be the one to explain to Sebastian Treyson that we can’t find his son’s killer because his wife’s lawyers prevented us from talking to her.” He stood. Kallie played along perfectly and mimicked his actions.
Miriam Treyson stood. “Detectives, please do sit down.” She glared at her collective stonehedge of lawyers. "Mr. Masters, thank you very much, but I have nothing to hide. I will speak with the detectives. Your interruptions are not welcome. You may remain in the room, but please do not interrupt again.” She turned back and motioned toward the chairs.
“Mrs. Treyson, you must rethink this course of action.” Mr. Masters ground the words in an apparent warning.
“Mr. Masters, what I must do is answer these detectives’ questions.” She turned to Kallie and sat down as she said, “I was with another man last night. A longtime lover. I would prefer not to bring him into this investigation; however, he will confirm where I was.” She turned her head and looked directly at him. “Detective King, was it?”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Like you, I am extremely offended at the scurrying and posturing being done. You should know that my husband and I were in an open relationship. However, we kept the specifics of our love lives from Samuel’s family and the public. I would very much appreciate it if details of our relationship were not leaked.” She reached forward and plucked another tissue from the box. “You might find this hard to believe, and quite frankly I don’t care if you don’t believe it, but I loved my husband.”
“Ma’am, we are aware of your husband’s polyamorous relationship. How long have the two of you had an open relationship?”
“Since the day we were married, fifteen years ago. Neither of us wanted the marriage. It was a merger of convenience for our parents. Over time, we have developed a unique and loving situation both of us would fight to protect. He loved Ava, Chloe, and Garrett, the same way I love Alan and Riley. We have documentation in place, nondisclosure agreements that I’m assuming one of Samuel’s lovers ignored. Regardless, the nontraditional relationship worked for us.”
“Did your husband have any enemies? Anyone who had a grudge against him?”
“I’ve been racking my brain, Detective. I can’t think of the soul who didn’t like Samuel. Except for his father.”
Masters exploded from the couch. “Mrs. Treyson! I must object to you casting Sebastian Treyson in this light.”
He’d give her credit; the woman didn’t back down. A single eyebrow rose. “Do you work for me or Sebastian? I believe I pay your retainer. If there is any conflict of interest, I expect you to recuse yourself immediately.” Masters snapped his mouth shut, but, as he planted his ass on the dainty couch, anger flashed in his eyes. Not an unexpected reaction for the rebuke. It was curious that the lawyer's reactions in defense of another were that extreme. He returned his attention to Miriam. “As I was saying, Detective, Sebastian and Samuel didn’t get along. However, I do not believe his father had anything to do with this, simply because losing Samuel could mean a loss of income. Samuel ran several entities within Treyson Enterprises efficiently and effectively. Each quarter showed a net gain, and Samuel’s business acumen made Sebastian Treyson an even richer man.”
“So, there was no business entity or rival who you believe would want to remove him from competition?” Kallie asked to clarify.
“You’d have to talk to Sebastian or perhaps the board of directors at Treyson Enterprises. Samuel and I worked together for our charitable causes. Treyson Enterprises has vast holdings I’m not privy to, nor can I speculate as to his association with those businesses. Detective, I know my husband. He was a good man. He had a kind heart. I believe he was ethical in his business dealings because it