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Part 4 - Jeff Cawthorne's Story
10:00am, Tuesday, January 5th. I hurried up to the lobby of Police Headquarters. There were several Press reporters in the lobby, as well as the Duty Desk Sergeant.
"Commander, I put them in Interrogation-Alpha after these reporters came out of their designated Press area and began shouting questions in their faces." said the Duty Desk Sergeant.
"Good. Thanks." I said. When I turned to face the pieces of subhuman feces that called themselves 'journalists', they began shouting questions at me. I did not bother trying to hear what they were yelling, much less try to answer.
Instead I said loudly to the Duty Desk Sergeant "Get a team of heavily armored Officers up here. These pieces of shit can either go back into their designated Press Room area, or they can go out the front door. Those who don't should be given a full tour of our Booking facilities and our jail cells, charged with felony trespassing."
I then went through the door back into Headquarters. The reporters looked around, fury and hatred on their faces. The Duty Desk Sergeant said "You've got until I get back behind that desk to be out of this lobby." By the time he got there, the reporters had begrudgingly returned to the Press Room.
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I texted Paulina that Cawthorne was at Police Headquarters. A couple of minutes later, i got a text back saying "
Miriam stopped me from going over there, and said not to go over there. Have fun without me.
" I grumbled at the iPhone, then put that into its compartment of the mind and went to the anteroom.
"Who's the girl?" I asked as I looked through the one-way glass into I-A, where a woman about Jeff Cawthorne's age was sitting next to him at the table. She was 5'10" in her high heels, meaning she was about 5'7" without them. She was very beautiful, with sparkling light brown eyes, a mane of lustrous raven black hair and an hourglass shape not unlike Teresa Croyle's magnificent body.
Claire Michaels said "She identified herself as Sheila Sullivan, and said she's Jeff Cawthorne's fiancée. Her drivers license says she's 27 years old and that she lives in Palmyra County, about five miles east of Cawthorne's address as the crow flies."
I nodded. "Okay, after some initial introductions, I'm going to have her brought to the Pastor's Room, where Joanne and------ oh, never mind, she went to interview that neighbor. That means that
you
, Captain, will be pressed into service to talk to her. Make her comfortable, just talk to her, get what you can without her realizing she's being interrogated. Take a female Detective in with you."
I then turned to Jerome and said "Who do you want to interview
him?
"
"You, sir." said Jerome. When I looked at him with a none-too-pleased glare, he said "Sir, I believe you already have ideas about this case that we don't, and you'll know what questions to ask him, and in the order you want. That would work better than trying to pass questions through earbuds or advance prep that won't be enough."
I said "Although you're right, I don't like it that you're using me as a crutch. But we'll worry about that later. Who do you want in there with me?"
"Rodriguez, sir." Jerome said. "Parker went with Warner to interview the neighbor, George Newman is not yet up to speed on this... and we can talk about Coleman later, sir." That caused me to glance at Davis again, but I said nothing.
"All right. Get Rodriguez in here." I said.
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Detective Sergeant Julia Rodriguez entered Interrogation-A in plainclothes, followed by me, Your Iron Crowbar, in my standard uniform with light blue shirt and soft shoulderboards with one star on each epaulette.
"This is Detective Julia Rodriguez, and I am Commander Don Troy." I said in introduction, then we sat down opposite them. "You are Jeff Cawthorne and..." I pretended to read some notes, "...Sheila Sullivan, I believe?"
"Yes, Commander." said Cawthorne.
"You're the Iron Crowbar, aren't you?" asked Sheila Sullivan.
"Yes, I have that honor." I said. "So... what brought you to my Police Headquarters of your own volition?"
Sheila Sullivan spoke up: "We heard on the radio this morning that Dwayne and Julie Matheson were killed, and that there was an APB out for Jeff. We thought the best thing to do would be to drive up here and for him to turn himself in."
I said "Yes, that was absolutely the best thing to do. But I'm curious... you weren't stopped anywhere along the way?"
"They were looking for Jeff's car, but we drove up in mine." Sheila said. I nodded. Brains as well as beauty, this woman had, I noted to myself.
"Where were you last night, Jeff?" I asked. "We know you weren't at your apartment in Palmyra County, nor up here."
"I spent the night with Sheila at her apartment." Jeff said. "I've spent more than half my nights there since we began dating."
"Okay, here's what we need to do." I said. "Sheila, an Officer is going to take you to what we call the Pastor's Room. It's like a breakroom, and more comfortable than rooms like these. Mr. Cawthorne, if you'll stay here, we have some questions for you that we need to record on that camera up there." I pointed at the camera mounted high on the wall to my right and Cawthorne's left.
After a female Uniformed Officer led Sheila Sullivan through the anteroom and to the Pastor's Room, Lt. Rudistan took up the position of the Uniformed Presence. Curiosity killed the cat, I thought to myself.
I said "Mr. Cawthorne, for your protection and mine, I'm going to read you your rights." I did so from the card. "Do you understand the rights?"
"Yes." said Cawthorne. "Uh, do I need an attorney?"
"It's your right to have one, if you wish." I replied.
After a moment's though, Cawthorne said "Go ahead and ask your questions. I'll ask for a lawyer if I feel I need one."
"Good enough." I said agreeably. "Mr. Cawthorne, I am sorry to inform you that Dwayne and Julie Cawthorne were indeed found dead yesterday afternoon in their home."
Cawthorne bowed his head, in obvious emotional stress. After giving him moment, I said "I know it's a bad time, but there is no good time, so I need to ask some questions."
Cawthorne looked up and nodded, and I said "When was the last time you saw either of them?"
"I saw Dwayne yesterday." said Cawthorne. "We had a meeting promoting our software package in the City. We met there, as we drove in separate cars from separate locations. When we were done, he drove back here and I drove to Sheila's place in Palmyra County. As to Julie, I last saw her New Year's Eve, at their house. Sheila and I stayed at their house overnight, and we had breakfast with them the next morning before leaving for home."
"How did that business meeting go?" I asked. "Any reason for him to be upset? Angry?"
"No. Dwayne is... was... one of the most level-headed guys I know." Jeff said. "And the presentation went pretty well."
"Who were you making the presentation to?"
"The company is called Satco Engineering." said Jeff. "They make communication satellite parts and systems. They have a lot of CNC machines and other computerized systems, and they also have programming of the products they make. If any of that is hacked and messed with, it could cause untold billions in damage. We were meeting to discuss creating a new, more advanced software security system for them, both hardware and software. It would've been a huge get if we landed the contract."
I nodded. "So you got a contract from them?"
"No, it was just a first meeting." said Cawthorne. " We just showed what we had in terms of security software, and we gathered information on what they did so that we could make a more detailed proposal. I thought the meeting went well, but I'm the sales pitch guy and tend to be optimistic."
"And Dwayne was not optimistic?" I asked.
"Heeee... he's more of the 'cautiously optimistic' type." Jeff said. "Before we went our separate ways for home, he said he thought the guy we met was just playing us, and had no intention of giving us the contract. He didn't explain further, and I didn't ask. I did ask if he wanted to get a late lunch before driving back, and he said he wanted to get back home to Julie."
I said "How were things between Dwayne and Julie? Good? Or did they have arguments?"
"Like I said, Dwayne was always as cool as the other side of the pillow." said Jeff. "Julie was more of an initiative-taker than Dwayne, but she had a sweet personality. I've known both of them since we were all in college, and they never argued. They were very much in love."
"Never?" I asked, peering hard at Jeff. "We have reports that they were having arguments about this time a year ago."
That seemed to catch Jeff off-guard for a second, then he got his wits back. He said "Okay, I never saw or heard them argue in front of me. But I think I know what it must've been about. And let me make a short story long with some background."