[ 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 .

“ It does n't make sense.'' 
 
 `` All the evidence is in front of you.'' 
 
 `` I do n't believe it. She has alibis. I was with her.'' 
 
 `` The whole time?'' 
 
 `` Every second.'' Jacob shook his head and had no words. Even though all the evidence pointed towards her, he refused to believe any of it. She was the gentlest creature he had ever had the joy of meeting. To call her… He didn ’ t dare to think it, let alone say it. 
 
 “ Jacob, I know it ’ s hard to believe but— ” 
 
 “ Caleb, please, shut the hell up now before I make you. ” Caleb lifted his hands up and took a few steps back. He knew that it was hard for Jacob, but to let her run free after all she did was just plain wrong. Caleb was not just angry at her for her atrocities, but for all he knew, she could have just been using Jacob as a cover-up, as protection. 
 
 “ We ’ ve been married for 15 years. I think I would know if she killed someone, let alone the 15 cops in the NYPD. ” 
 
 “ Jacob… you know I have to turn her in. ” 
 
 “ Caleb. Don ’ t. Please. ” Jacob begged between breaths. In his heart, he knew that she could never have committed those crimes, but even he had to admit that the evidence was enough to convict her. “ Julia is the love of my life. Don ’ t put her in this situation. Don ’ t put me in that situation. ” 
 
 “ Jacob… you ’ re asking a lot from me and I don ’ t know if I can do it. You ’ re asking me to break the law. Hiding evidence? That ’ s obstruction of justice. ” 
 
 “ Then don ’ t hide it. Just give me time. I need to clear things with Julia before anything happens. Please? ” One by one, tears dropped from Jacob ’ s eyes and hit the floor. For a while, the only sound was Jacob ’ s tears hitting the floor. Plunk, plunk, plunk. 
 
 “ I ’ ll give you the night. ” 
 
 “ Caleb, you don ’ t understand how much that means to me. I can ’ t thank you enough. ” Jacob refused to lift his head and kept staring at the black tiles on the floor. Could his wife really be a serial killer? 
 
 * * * 
 
 “ You ’ re home pretty late, did something happen? ” Julia called out from the bedroom. 
 
 “ Not really. Caleb just had some things to discuss. ” 
 
 “ Anything serious? You promised me that you would stop working cases, you ’ re retired. ” 
 
 “ I know. Actually this one is pretty funny, ” Jacob said as he uncorked the red wine he had been drinking all week. “ Caleb told me about a case where a woman killed 15 cops in the NYPD, ” he started as he walked to the bedroom with a glass of wine in hand. 
 
 “ That ’ s horrible! Do they know who it is? ” Julia questioned. 
 
 “ You ’ re going to laugh. They think it ’ s you, ” Jacob said with a smile, but he was hoping for, no, waiting for Julia to tell him that it was a ridiculous thought. Julia didn ’ t respond right away which worried Jacob to no end. What was she hiding? The silence hung in the air and Jacob didn ’ t know what to do or what to say. He chugged the glass of wine, making sure that every last drop was gone. 
 
 “ They finally got it, ” Julia said as she chuckled. Jacob sat in shock as he watched his wife laugh over a serious matter. 
 
 “ Honey, what ’ s wrong? ” 
 
 “ It ’ s…. it ’ s you? ” Jacob slowly questioned. This couldn ’ t be happening, it was impossible. He must have been asleep and having a nightmare. 
 
 “ Honey, don ’ t play dumb. You knew this whole time. ” Jacob stared at her, both confused and frightened. “ You don ’ t think I could have killed all those people alone, do you? You ’ ve been my accomplice all this time. I told you not to drink so much wine. You tend to forget things when that happens. ” 
 
 Jacob looked down at the empty glass in his hand and felt sick. He ran to the bathroom and started to vomit all the wine he drank. He wanted it all gone. After wiping his mouth and calming himself, he looked in the mirror to see the reflection of a serial killer. 

