((posted as Jamie Peterson))
July 26, 2005
I came home Tuesday from a song and dance rehearsal at the Oasis club to find police cars and a van out front of our 110 East 93rd Street home. I hurried inside panic stricken to find Lt. Joe Friday in our living room talking to Brittany.
I was screaming, "What happened here." Joe sat me down and informed me that my husband, Liam, had died of a heart attack!!
I looked straight at Brittany, sure that she had proceeded with her plan of slipping adrenaline in his wine at lunch then teasing him into having wild sex. She knew it might kill him, and I had refused to go along with her plan. She said she had checked his will and that I'd inherit everything, including the house. We would be on easy street and could pick and choose our male playmates.
Joe seemed to be accepting the heart attack, so I kept my mouth shut about her plan. He asked what Brit was doing there and she said she lived there and often took Liam up his lunch when I wasn't home. Joe's eyes got a little wide hearing that and he started writing notes in his notepad, so I just headed off his questions regarding why Brit was having sex with my husband. I told him Brittany and I are lovers, a situation that suited Liam quite well. I'm sure Joe had visions of us in a threesome, which was often true these days.
When they brought the body down, I insisted on seeming him, instead of having to make that terrible review of the body in the morgue. I identified the body as Liam's and asked if we could have the funeral home pick him up here, since I knew his will requested cremation and no memorial ceremony.
Brit and I were both shocked when Lt. Friday and Dr. Garret Macy both said Garret would have to perform an autopsy since the 911 call had merely requested assistance and that a man might be dying. That sent the police instead of just an ambulance, something Brit should have specifically requested. Once the police were involved, they require an autopsy to confirm the cause of death.
Dr. Garret was very reassuring, saying it was just standard procedure and they wouldn't keep the body long. He was already quite sure it was a heart attack.
After they took him away, Brit and I argued for almost and hour, but I finally decided it was best if I kept my mouth shut.