Page 123 of Kiss Marry Kill
“But he never used it, did he?”
She sighed. “No. He could be very prideful. He said he knew a lot of people thought he’d married me for my money, and he hated that.”
“Do you know where he kept his ATM card?” I asked.
“In his wallet.” Her eyes seemed to fill with tears. I’d been impressed with how well she’d controlled her emotions up to this point. I guess it was becoming too much because she reached across the table and grabbed a tissue from the box. Dabbing at her eyes, she said, “With all these things you’re telling me, I feel like I didn’t even know him.”
I exhaled. “I’m sorry, Janelle. I wish I didn’t have to tell you any of this. But you probably knew him better than anyone else. Your insight could be invaluable.”
“But it’s like you’re stealing him from me,” she whimpered. “You’re erasing the man I knew.”
Maxwell rubbed her shoulder. “Of course you still love the memory of him.”
A tear streaked down her cheek, and she moaned, “I just want the Archie I knew back. The one who looked at me like he truly loved me. I don’t know who this person is you’re telling me about. He’s not my Archie.MyArchie would never have done anything like that.”
She was already such a mess, I decided not to even mention the women he’d scammed back in LA. Janelle had enough on her plate. Those women had loved Archie too and trusted him. I had no idea why he hadn’t used the ATM card Janelle had given him. Maybe it was truly what Maxwell had suggested earlier—that Archie was simply playing the long game. Looking for a bigger payoff than whatever he could get from an ATM card.
I waited for her to calm and then said, “Yesterday, someone attempted to use Archie’s ATM card.”
She glanced up sharply. “What?”
“It must’ve been stolen from Archie’s wallet.”
“Who was this person?” she demanded, wiping at her eyes with the tissue.
“We can’t identify them from the video. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking a look. Perhaps you’ll recognize them. I have some screenshots of them. If you’re up to it, I’d like you to take a look at them.”
She swallowed. “Um… sure. I can do that if you want.”
From the folder, I pulled out the four photos I’d managed to capture. They weren’t great, but they were the best of the bunch. I slid them across the table toward her. “What do you think? Do they look familiar to you at all?”
She gave a sharp intake of breath. “They… they kind of looked like Kimora.”
I lifted my brows. “They do?”
“Yes. Of course, I’ve never seen her up close.” She shivered.
“But you think you recognize this person?”
She grimaced. “Well, it definitelylookslike the woman who’s been following me.”
Maxwell said, “The woman you think of as Kimora?”
“Yes.”
If this person was familiar to her, she most likely did have a stalker. That scenario was easier to believe now because Maxwell had also seen someone lurking at her home.
“Does this person in the photo look like the woman you saw in the garden that night?” Maxwell asked.
Squinting, Janelle said, “These photos aren’t very good, but I think so.”
“Yes.” Frustration itched at me. “Unfortunately, they’re the only photos we have of the person who tried to use the ATM card.”
“The body, face shape, and hair color are similar to Kimora,” Janelle mumbled.
Maxwell said, “I also saw someone that night, Janelle.”
“What?” She widened her eyes. “You did? Why didn’t you tell me?”
