"They have an airtight case," said Singh.  "It's suffo-catingly airtight, my friend."  He put so much stress on the word that I could see what he had for lunch and it almost made me lose mine. 

"You can't prove your whereabouts for four hours. They found ten thousand dollars in your trunk, and they know it came from the Doctor.  They found your knife, your fingerprints, and your bloody clothes - her blood on your clothes.  Are you listening?"

He caught me gazing through the window of the tiny room we sat in, but believe me, I was listening.  I was blank and numb, like when I was a teen smoking herb and quaalude cocktails.

"Yes, Singh," I mumbled. 

"You still maintain your innocence?  Are you crazy?  Is that what it is, you want me to plead insanity, don't you?  "The money drove me mad!" you'll say, or, "I was so in love with the Doctor, I would have killed her for free!"

Singh paced to the window and looked outside.  I wondered if he blocked my view on purpose or if he just wished he were someplace other than in here having to defend me and having to listen to my unbelievable protestations of innocence.  There was a long silence as I thought about the evidence, the Colemans, and the night in question.

"Singh?"

"Yes."

"I need to know a few things," I asked sincerely.

"Like what, the afterlife?  Where to get a good lawyer?  How to make a license plate?"

"Funny, Singh.  No, I need to know what clothes of mine they found and how do they know they're mine?"

"Your wife told them."

"What?" I blurted.  I hadn't expected that.  "Can you get pictures or at least a description?  And I need to know what knife was used?  What time did the murder take place?  Where was she found?

"She was found in the garage and they estimate the murder took place between six to eight pm," Singh read from his notes."  "The knife was from your house.  A large kitchen knife, I believe."

I thought for a long second before speaking again.

"Write down this phone number?" I said finally. "Her name is Amber and she's, um, my alibi for those four hours."

Singh looked at me with a puzzled expression and then smiled.

"You're serious about being innocent, aren't you?"  Singh said.  "You had better tell me everything you know about Dr. Ed Coleman and your relationship with his wife."

"I didn't have a relationship with his wife.  He was a customer of mine.  I sold him a car.  He asked me to come to his house to program the garage door opener to work from his vehicle.  I met his wife, Penny.  They invited my wife and I to a party they had a few weeks later.  We went and had a good time.  Two weeks ago he called me and said he needed someone to water the plants and feed the cat when they went out of town.  I went over there once a day for ten days.  I had their key and I..."

I stopped and looked at Singh.

"The bastard!"