“Did you kill your wife,
Clark?” Katheryn stared at him, awaiting his response.
The question clearly flustered
Clark. “No! Of course not. I wanted out of my marriage, but I didn’t
want her dead.”
Miles circled him, watching the
mock testimony. “I understand your indignation, but I still don’t see
you connecting with Elle. You may have wanted out of the marriage, but
a jury will want to see that you still cared for her on some level.”
“He’s right.” Katheryn toyed
with the edges of the deposition. “It looks bad that you stood to gain
financially from the split, not to mention that you have a mistress.
It’s textbook as far as the prosecution is concerned.”
“She had a heart attack three
weeks after I filed. How did I still get charged with murder?” Clark
looked like a deer caught in headlights. “The doctor said it was this
rare thing called takotsubo cardiomyopathy. Some kind of heart thing.”
“Broken heart syndrome,” Miles
said, reading the autopsy. “It’s rarely lethal, but it happens. We
could argue for suicide, since she had antidepressants in her system
and in her mouth.
“No,” Clark said flatly. “Elle
was a Christian. She didn’t believe in suicide.”