Chapter 6 - On The Other Side Of Grief

A detective sat back in his chair, the light of the table lamp shining across his five o'oclock shadows as he sorted through an assortment of pictures, reciepts and documents on his desk. His client was specific in his orders. He wanted to be absolutely sure that his wife was dead. The man found this case particularly strange since they had buried the body and the husband had identified her as his wife before the funeral. According, to his client, a neighbor had a approached him at the funeral asking why a certain gentlemen friend had not showed up to pay his respects. When he delved further he found out that this said individual had came over to his home in many instances. 

He fetched a clean glass from underneathe his desk before pouring himself another glass of whiskey. He downed the amber liquid, letting it burn across the contours of his vocal cords. His eyes were bloodshot and his shirt was unbottoned at the top.  The neat black thi