Reply #84: No that's not it [View All]

[TrogL]

I don't talk about this much - maybe I should.

I was home alone, asleep when the phone rang. It was the school where my wife taught, wondering where she was. She was very conscientious and it was just down the street, so I knew something was horribly wrong. I started to get dressed to go down the street looking for her car when the phone rang again. It was the RCMP telling me to get down to the hospital ... NOW!!

I drove there like a madman, screaming, ranting, blowing through red lights, parked in a no-parking zone and ran into emergency. A nursing sister (nun working at the hospital helping with stuff like this) snagged me and took me in to a special room and told me my wife had been in a horrific car accident miles away from where she was supposed to be. Then an RCMP officer, Karen, came in and started interrogating me, asking all sorts of wild questions about our relationship etc.

After awhile, the surgeon stopped by to ask if he should do an extraordinary measure to try to keep her alive - some sort of surgery. I said yes. The interrogation continued.

Awhile later, the surgeon was back, saying the operation failed and she died on the table. A little while later, the nursing sister came back and took me downstairs to a special room where I could view her (primarily to identify the body). She still had all sorts of tubes sticking out and I touched her and she was cold. Then the nursing sister took me back to the other room.

Eventually I demanded a lawyer, which she refused, telling me "you're not leaving this room until you confess to whatever you've done", had me write up a statement that was basically a pack of lies. In other words, the classic Reid technique for extracting a bogus confession.

Then she had me phone my wife's mother to tell her what had happened (which is actually the RCMP's job). Eventually the nursing sister came back and took me under her wing and arranged for someone to come get me.