was evident when we met those people in a social setting.”
“What about his lovers?”
“The last time Samuel and I spoke, they were planning a vacation together. I know Ava and Chloe are probably inconsolable at this point. Garrett? I don’t know him as well, he’s newer in the relationship.”
“So how long have you known his other lovers?” He thumbed back through the notes he’d taken during the interview with Ava Dall.
“Ava was first. Chloe and Samuel started a relationship about six months after he started dating Ava. I believe Ava was the one to suggest Chloe to Samuel. They’d been together for three years before Garrett entered the picture. It took a while for the girls to understand that Samuel needed Garrett as much as he needed them.”
“Would there be cause for Ava or Chloe to feel jealousy toward Garrett?” He tapped his notebook with his pen. If this man was so damn beloved, who the fuck slit his neck?
“Not that Samuel had mentioned.”
“Mrs. Treyson, as Samuel’s widow, I assume you stand to inherit his fortune?” Following the money was always a smart move, especially when there didn’t seem to be anyone with the next grind.
“You do not need to answer that,” Masters growled from the couch.
Mrs. Treyson shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It will soon be a matter of public record, Mr. Masters. What could I possibly gain by not answering that question?” She returned her attention to him and shrugged. “I have a prenup agreement. In the event of Samuel’s death, I do stand to inherit a great deal of money from his estate. However, I do know his will specifically indicates his lovers will be taken care of in addition to numerous charities and foundations. Money is nothing to me. I am independently wealthy. I own Beckham-Bennett Pharmaceuticals. I have more money than the Treysons, and I will probably use Samuel’s money to feed and clothe the homeless and fund medical research.”
“Did you hear from Samuel before he was killed?”
“I spoke to him several times Wednesday. We were coordinating our attendance at the Dempsey Memorial Ball. I called his office twice, and he called me once.”
“Did you sense anything was wrong?”
“No, as a matter of fact, he was upbeat. Happy. I poked at him about his good mood. He said things were wonderful, but we changed subjects after that.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“We spent Friday nights together. Occasionally, a charitable or business event took place on other nights, and we were forced to juggle our personal schedules. You’d have to check with his lovers. Ava usually coordinated Samuel’s schedule. I believe they shared an online calendar system.”
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. There was something he was missing. “What would have happened if Sebastian Treyson discovered your open relationship with Samuel?”
“You’re saying that as if Sebastian didn’t know.” Mrs. Treyson turned a sad smile toward him. “Sebastian Treyson and I were lovers for years, while I was married to Samuel. We stopped seeing each other when Sebastian decided to trade me in for a younger model. Literally, a younger model.” She shrugged her shoulder.
“Ms. Dall indicated Sebastian Treyson would be angry should he know.” Deadly if he recalled her words correctly. And he did.
“I’m sure Samuel told them that in order to keep their relationships quiet. He wouldn’t want his father to know about them, and I don’t blame him, but there was no worry with the NDA’s they had in place.” She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. “Perhaps he was open with them about the relationship issues he had with his father because he trusted them.”
“You said your husband had an online calendar system. May we please have access to that?”
“Absolutely. But I have been advised by Sebastian’s lawyers, and mine, any associated documentation or emails are considered privileged information and exclusive property of Treyson Enterprises. You will need a court order to access those.” She smiled tightly and shrugged. It would seem the woman’s hands were tied, and it didn’t appear she cared for it.
“Thank you, ma’am. Now if we could get the contact information of the individual you were with the night your husband was murdered?”
He scribbled in his notebook and asked a few miscellaneous questions, but for now, the interview with Mrs. Treyson was over. He let Kallie do the nicey-nicey, glad to meet you, thing as he rolled the revelations of the interview through