“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? So help you God.”
The cop straightened up. “I do.” It was the same cop that saw the ladder waiting out the window for Cora. The cop that heard the Greek yowl when Cora hit him in the head too hard.
Then the suits started asking him questions. “Where were you on the night of Nick Papadakis’s death?” “Did you see Frank or Cora on that night?” “Could you explain what you saw?”
And that was it; we were sunk. Cora had killed him and I was her accomplice. We’d get time for sure. No matter what Cora and I said up there. The cop saw the ladder, and he saw me outside waiting for her. Then there was the affair, so the jury knew our motive. That crafty lawyer saw the affair once he looked at the case. If she’d have just run away with me, we wouldn’t have any of this.
When they put Cora up, she said as little as could. She knew we were done, but didn’t want to give ’em anything else. She’d barely look at me. I came up with the plan, but now she was in trouble ’cause my dumb plan went wrong.
We both got life in prison. No chance of parole. No chance of seeing each other again.
She was so resigned. She’d accepted it. But I couldn’t.