“Well, if you hadn’t accused him like you did—” she began.
“If I missed something like that, I’m in the wrong line of work,” Decker interjected. “You know something of the forensic business. Do you think he could have really missed big items like that on two separate posts?”
Southern drew a deep breath and settled a shrewd gaze on him. “I think you’re in the exact line of work you should be in, Agent Decker.”
“Okay,” he said expectantly.
Southern reached out and plunked a tissue from a box on the nightstand. She dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose before crumpling the tissue in her hand. “My husband was a good man.”
“I’m not suggesting he was a bad guy,” said Decker.
“But he had . . . issues.”
“What sort of issues?”
The woman’s eyes welled up with tears. “He . . . was into some things that others, particularly around here, might have found . . . troubling.”
“What sort of things are we talking about?”
“Was it something criminal?” said Kelly.
“No, but it would have done a lot of damage to his reputation.” She let out a long breath. “He was having an affair with the wife of a friend.” She clutched the edge of the sheet, and her eyes filled with tears.
“How did you find out?” asked Kelly.
“Text messages. Something I saw on his computer. Late-night phone calls. And I had him followed.”
“Did you . . . confront him about it?” asked Decker.
She grabbed another tissue and wiped her eyes. “Yes. At first, he denied everything. Said I was mistaken, said it was all a misunderstanding. But he finally admitted it. We talked about getting a divorce, but we hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”
“That must have put a strain on your marriage,” said Jamison.
“I finally told myself to ignore it. He did what he wanted and so did I. We have no children. So I would get glammed up and go out and have some drinks, and if I didn’t come back at night and I was in someone else’s bed, so what?”
“That night I saw you at the bar?” said Decker.
“I left you to attend to just such an appointment,” said Southern, avoiding their gazes.
Decker moved a bit closer to her. “So someone else might have found out about his affair. They might have sent him photos or other incriminating evidence and threatened him with exposure if he didn’t do what they said.”
“It’s certainly possible.”
Jamison said, “But people do have affairs. Would the threat of exposure be enough to make him alter postmortem reports? He had to know that whoever wanted him to do that might have had a hand in the murders.”
“Walt was a very proud man. A very upstanding citizen of this town. I agree that it seems crazy that he would do the bidding of what could be a murderer in order to keep his reputation intact. But I also know that’s what he did.”
“Who was he having an affair with?” asked Kelly.
Southern shook her head. “No, I’m not going to tell you. It has nothing to do with the murders.”
“You don’t know that,” said Kelly.
But Southern shook her head.
Decker took all this in and said, “Did he mention anything, even in passing, that might shed some light on who was making him do this?”
“I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of just that,” she said. “And I can’t come up with anything.”