Page 19 of The Fighter
Flannigan was right on my heels, eager to answer my questions. “They went to the hospital.”
“Both of them?” I turned.
“Yes.” Officer Flannigan pointed down to his crotch. “The husband was bleeding severely after she tried to… You know.”
“Yes, I know.” I had phantom pains in my crotch just from thinking about it. There was no need to repeat what she had done.
“How bad was the wife hurt?”
“She wasn’t hurt at all, sir.”
Lowering my brow, I moved through the living room and into the bedroom. The torn bedsheet told a story of a fight and the bloodstains revealed how severe it had been.
“Why did the wife go to the hospital if she wasn’t hurt?”
“She was in remorse over hurting her husband and he wanted her to come.”
“Why didn’t you arrest her?”
“Because he didn’t want to press charges, sir.” Flannigan had a big question mark on his face. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“Hmm. Is this the couple’s house?”
“No. It’s the residency of Gennie Manning, the woman he slept with. Not sure how his wife knew he was here, but she must have suspected what was going on since she walked right in.”
“And where is Gennie now?”
“She’s in the kitchen, sir.” He pointed out the bedroom door. “It’s right through the living room.”
At first glance, Gennie Manning was an attractive woman, with symmetrical features and high cheekbones. She sat on a chair with her knees pulled up in front of her and a blanket wrapped around her body. Her hair was wild, making me conclude that her lover’s wife had yanked at it, and there was a long scratch on her jaw.
“Oh, great, more police.”
“My name is Leo da Vinci. I’m an inspector and I deal with domestic violence cases.”
Gennie gave him a bored glance. “I didn’t do anything. You should go and talk to that crazy woman who attacked me.”
“I will, but first you need to tell me exactly what happened.”
“Just talk to him, I already explained everything.” When she lifted a hand to point at Flannigan the blanket fell over her shoulder and revealed that she wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath.
I averted my gaze, pulled a chair over in front of her, and sat down. “Take me through it anyway.”
“All right. If you insist. Nigel and I have been seeing each other for a while and then today we were in my bedroom when suddenly his wife barged in and started screaming at us.”
“Were you having sex?”
“Yes.”
“Did she attack you physically?”
“Yes and no.”
I waited for her to elaborate.
“She had this crazy look in her eyes and a knife in her hand. Nigel was on top of me and he got up from the bed to calm her down, but she just grabbed for his penis with one hand and the next thing I saw was her hand with the knife coming down.”
“And then what?”
