While I was making copies of the video, my phone alerted me Judy was making a phone call. I was busy and did not listen at the time. The call was automatically recorded.
"I'm just driving home from meeting with Robert." Judy said. "There is nothing wrong with his memory. He remembers every detail of what happened. Even details I had forgot. I'm glad you did not go with me like you wanted. I'm sure he would have shot you on the spot. He is not taking chances. It was not a good idea for me to even think about recording the conversation either. I'm glad I didn't try like you wanted. He called me on it right away. I stripped naked to show him I did not have a bug planted on me. I could not believe it. I sat there stark naked and other than looking me over a few times, he ignored my body. He is that pissed. I even begged him to take me to bed and reclaim me."
"What a fool!" Mark scoffed. "He is a full cuck. Not even willing to try to reclaim his wife. Too much a pussy for even a revenge fuck. The good thing is he has no actual proof we are screwing. His claims aren't worth shit." WERE SCREWING, corrected Judy. "Yeah, were. We are gonna have to cool it for now. I'm sure my wife has somebody following me. She needs proof to clean me out in a divorce. The kids are damn near grown but she'd get seventy percent of everything we have, even the business. Plus support. Her father made us get the prenup before he'd finance us going into business. This might be the end of our marriage anyway, just based on what the cuck told her. But I could get by with a fifty fifty split and no alimony. I'd have to give her the house but I'd at least keep the brokerage. I could still earn a living."
"You know I don't make enough to support myself if Robert divorces me." Judy said. "Even with some alimony. I just hope he gets over it. I'm willing to do anything to keep him. Counseling, wear a chastity belt, post nuptial agreement, whatever it takes."
"Why? Fuck the cuck!" Mark scoffed. "That rhymes, I'll send some sales your way to keep you afloat. We'd have to keep it quiet though so we don't piss off the other agents. You'll just have to give up that pussy like you have been doing. Maybe throw in that ass every now and then for a little extra. But not now. Not until I am in the clear with Julie. The first thing to worry about is I gotta get out from under this assault charge. What did the cuck say about taking the money to say he tripped?"
"He said no way. He might go for a hundred K but he'd need to see the transfer including routing number and all first. He believes you are lying about the account and says you wouldn't pay off anyway." Judy said.
"Well, he's probably right there. If he was stupid enough to go contradict his statement, and came to me with his hand out, I might spit in it." Mark laughed. "I might get the cash and give him twenty five up front. I'd record it though. Then accuse him of blackmailing me if he asked for more. A hundred? Fuck that. I could have him killed for a whole lot less."
"If you say anything like that again, I'll confess to the cops myself." Judy said. "And just in case you have those same ideas about getting rid of me, I'm going to make a video confession and give it to a few people for safekeeping. I'll tell you right now if Robert so much as gets dizzy and falls off his dock on his own and drowns, I'm going to turn you in. You will NOT threaten him again!"
"Hey!" Mark backpedaled quickly. "I was just spouting off. I'd NEVER do something like that."
I don't think Judy was gullible enough to believe him. I was going to be on my toes. I made a recording of that conversation as well. I had an appointment with Bergeron later. He came out to the camp since it was not far out of town. I began to wonder if maybe Mark really did have a secret account. But why in the world would he tell anybody? Maybe he just opened his mouth and revealed it to Judy without thinking like he did about having me killed.
Bergeron was impressed with the video of my conversation with Judy. I could see he was impressed with her body although he did not comment about that. He would take it to the associate district attorney who was working the case. "This is icing on the cake. We got back the initial forensic results. You had spatters of semen on your pants and a smear of semen and vaginal secretion on your right leg. We'll have to compare that with their DNA before the trial of course. But who else would it be? We also checked out the sofa and the carpet where you said they had sex. Sure enough, matching spatters. Even a few towards the door. I guess as you two scuffled he dripped a bit and as he struggled with you, it spread."
"The good thing is it shows you got into it with him a full twelve feet from the door. That plus the three feet from there to the top of the stairs further supports your story. I'm sure we will be upgrading the charges against him to attempted murder. Your wife might get charged as well. I'm not sure if they will call her just complicit or an active participant. That is up to the DA. Your skin and blood were under her fingernails so she definitely grabbed you. Her statement she was trying to keep you from pulling your pistol could be used either way by a good attorney."
I asked him how? If I was being attacked, I had the right to defend myself. "Sometimes a good lawyer makes a situation sound different than it really was. For example, while Danvers grabbed you, he was not beating on you. He is a big man who likely would have beat you to a pulp, but had no weapon. You could not know he might throw you down the stairs. His saying he was going to kill you would make you think your life was in danger. Of course he is going to deny he said anything like that. It comes down to the jury in those cases."
"But since you didn't shoot him, that part does not matter. I'm sure he cannot say he was afraid for HIS life because you had a gun and threw you down the stairs to defend himself. But don't be surprised if his lawyer tries something like that. I've seen some wild shit attempted to cast doubt."
I got a call from my father in law that evening. He had heard I had been hurt but had been released from the hospital. He apologized for not coming to the hospital while I was there. He and my mother in law had been on a cruise for the past ten days. Their flight back had just arrived. They were now on the road returning home. "We have not been able to get through to Judy. We had three messages when we turned our phones back on. The first saying you had fallen down the stairs and you might die. One later saying you would be okay. And the last one saying you had been discharged from the hospital. You are doing okay, right?""
"Bill, I hate you to hear it this way, but those messages do not tell you the whole story." I said. I liked the man. Both he and his wife had been good to me. "I did not fall down the stairs. I was pushed, virtually thrown. Judy's boss tried to kill me. I caught them having sex in my living room. It is going to be a mess." To say he was shocked would be an understatement. I heard him relate what I'd said to Sandy, my mother in law. I could hear her wail. "Look, you need to have a talk with Judy and hear her side. Needless to say, I am not at home." A few moments later we hung up.
