'Elaine Miller', said the sign on the door that Watson knocked on.
“Come in,” said a voice from inside the office.
Watson and Sheryl entered the office. It was bit smaller than Samuel Walters', but big enough to be jealous of. The woman sitting behind the desk stood up, “May I help you?”
Watson approached the woman and extended out his right hand, “I'm Detective Watson, and this is Sheryl Holmes. We're investigating the death of Simone Walters and we would like to ask you a few questions.”
The woman shook Watson's hand, and in that moment, Sheryl noticed that her right hand had bandages on it, and so did her left hand. Sheryl sniffed the air, and smelled what seemed to be the same perfume that she had smelled in Samuel Walters' office. Of course, just to be safe, Sheryl looked at her mouth and found lipstick of the same colour.
Sheryl ignored the woman's extended hand. “Elaine Miller, right?”
The woman withdrew her hand and sat back down, “Yes, that's correct. I don't know how I can help you detectives, I barely knew Simone.”
“Oh, but you knew Samuel well enough, of course, I mean, you were sleeping with him,” Sheryl launched into her accusations, still standing.
“I beg your pardon?”
Sheryl decided to go with a stronger bluff this time, “Oh, don't try to deny it. Simone had a private detective follow you two, and she's graciously shared her pictures with us. Although, since you seemed to have left your lipstick and perfume on Samuel, I'm surprised that everyone doesn't know already.”
This time, Elaine fell for the bluff. Panicking, she said, “Yes, I was having an affair with Sam, but that doesn't mean that either of us had anything to do with Simone's murder.”
“Actually, it does,” said Watson, “This gives the both of you a strong motive for the murder.”
“Exactly,” said Sheryl, “And now that we've established that point, let's move on to the next one. You're the murderer.”
Both Watson and Elaine gave Sheryl a surprised look.
“What are you talking about?!” demanded Elaine.
“It's simple really,” Sheryl explained, “There was blood on the shovel that was left behind at the crime scene, and here you are, with both hands bandaged.”
Elaine's hands fiddled nervously with each other, “I- I- tripped and my hands got cut when I landed on the pavement.”
“Well, we can solve this easily. Just give us a DNA sample and we will see if it matches with the blood on the shovel.”
The two detectives waited for Elaine to say something as she breathed in and out nervously. Finally, she let out a sigh and said, “I did it. I killed Simone Walters.”