Gone-Girl-by-Gillian-Flynn

‘Is she crazy, Nick?’ Boney said, leaning in. ‘What you’re talking about,
it’s crazy. You hear me? It would have taken, what, six months, a year, to set
all this up. She would have had to hate you, to wish you harm – ultimate,
serious, horrific harm – for a year. Do you know how hard it is to sustain that
kind of hatred for that long?’
She could do it. Amy could do it.
‘Why not just divorce your ass?’ Boney snapped.
‘That wouldn’t appeal to her … sense of justice,’ I replied. Tanner gave
me another look.
‘Jesus Christ, Nick, aren’t you tired of all this?’ Gilpin said. ‘We have it in
your wife’s own words: I think he may kill me.’
Someone had told them at some point: Use the suspect’s name a lot, it will
make him feel comfortable, known. Same idea as in sales.
‘You been in your dad’s house lately, Nick?’ Boney asked. ‘Like on July
ninth?’
Fuck. That’s why Amy changed the alarm code. I battled a new wave of
disgust at myself: that my wife played me twice. Not only did she dupe me
into believing she still loved me, she actually forced me to implicate myself.
Wicked, wicked girl. I almost laughed. Good Lord, I hated her, but you had to
admire the bitch.
Tanner began: ‘Amy used her clues to force my client to go to these
various venues, where she’d left evidence – Hannibal, his father’s house – so
he’d incriminate himself. My client and I have brought these clues with us. As
a courtesy.’
He pulled out the clues and the love notes, fanned them in front of the
cops like a card trick. I sweated while they read them, willing them to look up
and tell me all was clear now.
‘Okay. You say Amy hated you so much that she spent months framing
you for her murder?’ Boney asked, in the quiet, measured voice of a
disappointed parent.
I gave her a blank face.
‘This does not sound like an angry woman, Nick,’ she said. ‘She’s falling
all over herself to apologize to you, to suggest that you both start again, to let
you know how much she loves you: You are warm – you are my sun. You are
brilliant, you are witty.’