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“Let’s forget about the movie. Are you sure no one saw you leave your mother’s house?”
“I am not certain, but it was around 10:30, that I am convinced. Just a minute, if you think, I murdered my mother. You are out of your mind,” she said, getting upset. Officer Wallace noticed her defensive mechanisms kicked in and her actions were self-preserving. “I am not answering any more questions.” “Wait a minute, Mrs. Barnes, we won’t ask any more questions regarding your mother’s house. “That’s okay.” “I have a few more questions about your family. Tell me about your daughter and son.” “Our seventeen-year-old son, Mark is a senior at Lakeside High,” she said with pride. “Ashley is fifteen goes to the same school. They both make good grades and are doing fine “How did they get along with your mother?”
“What in the hell does all of this have to do with someone murdering my mother? Her voice echoed in the room as she stood to her feet. “Now you wait a minute, we’re only asking the necessary questions, and want answers. Did your daughter have a good relationship with her grandmother?” He was adamant. Sitting back down, Marlene responded to the question. “My daughter had a good relationship with her grandmother. Mom taught her to make sugar cookies using a family recipe handed down through our family for many generations.”
“Does your daughter have a temper?”
“My daughter has never had a temper.” “Now, let’s talk to your husband,” Detective Wallace said. Glancing

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