After the officer took my toothbrush away to be analyzed, I waited with bated breath for the result to come back.
Then one day a few weeks later, I saw a missed call and voice message on my cell phone.
The number didn’t look familiar. As I played back the recording, I discovered that it was the detective who was at my home, calling with information about what the lab discovered.
He said that I should respond as soon as I could and left me his contact number.
I returned his call. He wasn’t available.
I left him a message. When he phoned me, I wasn’t available.
This continued on and on for the next several days.
The suspense was killing me! Figuratively speaking, of course. Suspense was no match for whatever Dick had up his sleeve!
It got to the point where the investigator was addressing me by my first name, telling me that “I was it” and that our little game of phone tag was continuing.
My “Officer Friendly” had a good sense of humor and a nice personality.
At least one man in my life knew how to communicate with me in a positive manner!
Finally, after several missed attempts, we were able to connect.
As luck would have it, I was out riding my bicycle when I felt a vibration in my fanny pack, indicating that my phone was ringing.
There was no way that I was going to take a chance and miss the one call I was desperately waiting for.
I stopped at the side of the road, pulled out my phone and saw my detective’s name on the screen. Since we were becoming phone buddies, I made him one of my contacts.
Finally!!! We were going to communicate with each other.
Nervously, I answered the call. Of course, being outside, with cars whizzing by wasn’t the ideal setting to hear the news I was desperately waiting to receive.
After making polite small talk, we got down to the meat of the call.
“It was discovered that there were no controlled substances or corrosives on your brush,” the policeman told me.
“Okay??? So what was the white powdery substance” I queried.
I was informed that the mystery remained a mystery.
“So, what was the next step?” I questioned.
“Well, since you are alive and appear to not be suffering from any lingering symptoms, the taxpayers of the county won’t pay to find out what the exact nature of the particles are,” my officer declared.
“You are free to take your brush to a private lab to be analyzed.” he proposed.
Without missing a beat, he continued, “However, I have to tell you that even if the substance is identified, the evidence wouldn’t hold up in a court of law.”
WHAT THE F*$K!!! I silently screamed in the privacy of my own head.
“What do you mean by that?” I calmly queried out loud.
“You could say that your soon-to-be ex tampered with your toothbrush and the proof was that his fingerprints were all over it. However, he could claim that he innocently touched it while he moved it to a different spot . Without actually catching him in the act and having proof of the indiscretion, it’s just your word against his,” my detective retorted.
So that’s why the ER nurse was showing me the websites for nanny cams!
What good was all of this information after the fact?
Why couldn’t I have been privy to this knowledge before any of this went down?
Honestly, knowing myself as well as I do, even if I would have been forewarned, educated and alerted to the possibilities, I wouldn’t have taken any action anyway.
Because, there was no way, that I would have ever believed in a million years that Dick could have dreamt up and carried out what he was doing to me.
Who was this man? Certainly not the one I married. I had no clue who Dick was anymore.
More importantly, I had no idea what else was he capable of.
As unfathomable as it was, I was starting to fear that it was possible for him to get away with murder. Equally disturbing was the fact that legally, at that point, the law was on his side.
Innocent until proven guilty.