Become her if possible Chapter Twenty-Six RITCHIE Scarlett, Milton Smyth and I sit around a table at her home and face two detectives. The yellow tape has been taken off the house and the room that Bradley died in has been cleaned. I’m here because Scarlett called me earlier on and asked me to come over. “Thank you for your cooperation,” the detective says in a voice filled with awe. “I appreciate it, Mrs. Murdoch.”Scarlett nods. “I didn’t kill my husband, Detective Stern,” she says in a soft voice, both hands on her lap. “I know how it works – the spouse is the first in the line of suspects. So, do what you have to do quickly, so that you can rule me out. Then please, go get my husband’s killer.”After exchanging glances, Stern says, “Would you…would you consent to a lie detector test? Just routine, Mrs. Murdoch, and once again, I’m sorry to have to ask –” “Absolutely!” Scarlett’s answer is so swift, my confusion compounds.“Hang on a second,”
