แปลบทความวิจัย'I really don't know, Inspector,' she said. 'You'll have to ask him. I don't often go to the restaurant these days. I don't see Ian very often.'
Logan was quiet for a moment.
'You didn't answer my question this morning,' she said.
'What question was that?' Alice asked quickly - almost too quickly.
'Were you and your husband happily married?'
'Of course we were,' said Alice.
'Mrs Maclennan,' said Logan. 'I don't believe that is true. And you know it isn't true.'
Logan looked into Alice Maclennans eyes.
'Please, Mrs Maclennan. I'm looking for the person who murdered your husband. I know this is a very difficult time for you. I don't want to make it more difficult, but you must help me.'
Alice Maclennan started to cry.
'No, we weren't happily married,' she said. 'When we first got married we were. We were so, so happy. We were in love and everything was wonderful for a few years. Then Alex and Ian started the restaurant. It took more and more of Alex's time. It was stupid really. He didn't do any of the hard work, but he spent more and more time at the restaurant. Sometimes we didn't see each other for days. I became bored... and angry.'
'Were you angry with each other just before he died?' asked Logan.
'No. Things were beginning to change. So no, we weren't angry with each other.' Alice Maclennan looked out of the window. She thought carefully as she spoke. 'We were starting to be happy again. About six months ago we had a long talk about our marriage. Alex said he was sorry I was so angry. He said he wanted to spend more time with me. He wanted to try and make me happy again.'
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