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"I didn't plan any of this. It just kind of fell into place. For about a year I was trying to figure out how I could get rid of you, but keep your money. Then you started up with that little slut and gave me my ammunition. I would have been happy just to divorce you, but no, the little twit had to pissed me off. She waited that night until everyone had left the bowling center, except for me - I was closing. She got right in my face, telling me how much you loved her, how wrong I was for you and how she was going to have a Westing heir, something I would never have. Well, she pushed me to far. As if I was going to stand there and let this bar slut speak to me like that. I had just found a leather boot strap on the floor by the control desk. It was Toby's, she had put new one's in her boots earlier and had missed the trash can. Before I knew it, I had the strap around Theresa's neck. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but it felt good. When I realized she was dead, I panicked, but only for a moment. I put her in her car and took her purse to make it look like a mugging. I figured I would have enough time to plan what to do next. I should have known I could count on this town of idiots to help me out. Your father was quick to help me, after all, it was very easy to find his "weak spot." He has already set me up with more money than I even intended to get from you. And then there was poor Chelsea. I knew she would be pushing to find the killer, but luckily for me, she was being distracted by a sociopath. Did you really sleep with him. God, you're pathetic. But the best luck of all was coming home to find Toby standing over your bloody head holding a bowling pin. I didn't know why she was there and frankly, I didn't care. She thought she had just killed you. She was blubbering like a fool and I knew what to do immediately. I pretended to understand her actions, acting shocked to have found out I was married to a murderer. I offered her a drink. We drank together until she passed out. I left briefly to make a purchase from some of our not-so-upstanding clientele in the bowling center. When I came back, I injected the cocaine and the poor little lesbian went to sleep. I wrote her suicide note and the rest is history. And sad for you, you can't prove anything otherwise."
"Don't be so sure, Lisa. Last night I took some of your cancelled checks over to police station so they could compare your handwriting to the writing on the note. I also told them about the liquor cabinet. I wouldn't be so smug."
"Yes, you shouldn't be so smug." Detective Tanner's had once again approached without being noticed.
"Detective Tanner, she just admitted to everything," John spoke with satisfaction.
"Is that so." Detective Tanner walked over to Lisa and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Mrs. Westing, what am I going to do with you?" He reached his hand up the back of her head, entangling her hair in his fingers before pulling her close and covering her mouth with his.
John and Chelsea stood in shock.
When Detective Tanner finally released himself from Lisa's kiss, he turned to John and with a smirk.
"You know, it's a funny thing. When I went to the evidence room this morning, I couldn't find that suicide note anywhere. And I talked to the coroner - it seems Toby's body has been cremated so no further autopsies can be performed. Looks like you're just stuck with your amateur theories and speculations."
"You won't get away with this," Chelsea protested.
"We already have, little lady."
