[ WP ] You are a detective who has closed every case but one , a serial murderer who has taunted you all your career . After retiring you start to suspect your significant other .

I think I knew it all along. How could I not have? After all she was my wife. She still is my wife. My still lovely wife. Why else would I have been so obsessed with that case? My coworkers had never understood what it was about *that* case in particular. In the beginning, it had just been any other homicide, no reason to suspect it would turn into one of the biggest headlines of the decade. But it did and I was right there from the start... and so was she. 
 
 Even now, I ca n't quite be sure. What if I am mistaken? What if it's just my mind playing tricks on me, still obsessed with the *the Ghost*? What if... what if... 
 
 I hear a shuffle behind me and look up. The smile comes to easily as she slides up and gracefully settles beside me. 
 
 `` George just called. He said she accepted his proposal.'' She said with a soft smile. *What if*... 
 
 `` That is good, the boy deserves some happiness.'' I nod and stare into the glass I am cradling. George is our son and the youngest of our three children. What will they think when they find out? *What will they say when daddy arrests mommy for murder? Will I even arrest her? * The thoughts are too much to bear. I look up at my wife, my lovely aging wife. Her hair has streaks of grey in them and her skin is getting wrinkled. I ca n't remember when that happened. Maybe if I had been home more often, maybe then I would have seen. Maybe then I would have known earlier. 
 
 `` Why did you do it love?'' The question escapes my lips before I can stop it. Oh well, there is no turning back now. 
 
 `` Why did I do what?'' She asked curiously. 
 
 ``...'' I do n't answer her, I just look at her patiently. I let my smile slip and she studies me for a while. 
 
 `` You have to be more specific love.'' She encourages me. 
 
 `` I know you are the Ghost. I know you have killed... Why? Why would you...'' My voice break at the last words and watching her soft face I know for sure now. How could I have married such an evil person? 
 
 She leans over and gently garbs my hand. She looks at me comfortingly and my heart calms. We never had that passionate, head-over-heals kind of love. We always had such a calm and lasting love. We belonged together and felt so at ease with each other that no one else was necessary. Even now, she calms my heart when I am upset. Even now, she is my rock. My rock who is breaking my heart. 
 
 `` Oh, Gabe.'' She sighs. `` I wish you had never known...'' She looks sad, I wish I could comfort her. 
 
 `` Why?'' I ask again, this time demanding an answer. 
 
 ``... Because there are too many people. There are too many and nobody is willing to stop it. I had to get rid of them. I had to. I do n't expect you to understand love, but trust me. There are too. many. people.'' I shake my head at her words. They do n't make sense. The profile said that the Ghost was mad. That no sane person would kill over a hundred people without a mission. She was mad, and I had never seen it. 
 
 `` You need to turn yourself in.'' I tell her firmly. God, I love her, but I know now what I must do. The look she gives me is blank and she slowly nods. 
 
 `` I understand.'' She says calmly. `` Just give me a few moments.'' She say as she rises and walks back into the house. 
 
 Never did I think I could feel like this again. The confusion and the horror. The love and the hatred. All mixed together. I ca n't figure out what I am feeling, but I know my duty. She is a murderer and she must face justice. My darling wife... 
 
 *click* 
 
 I freeze where I sit as I feel the cold barrel in my neck. I've been a detective long enough to know what a barrel feels like. I hear sobbing from the other end. 
 
 `` Do n't worry love. I said that I ca n't live without you and I mean that... I will join you shortly.'' She sobs and I can feel the barrel tremble. I do n't believe she will pull the trigger. I know my wife, and I do n't believe it. 
 
 `` Honey...'' I say and slowly start turning around, so as not to startle her. 
 
 `` I love you.'' She whispers. 
 
 *click* 
 
 *bang*
