Colour. Part 22

“Pretty much zero,” I said, feeling worse by the second. “Who did this to him?”

Detective McGuire’s gruff expression turned to one of compassion. “His husband.”

My mouth dropped. “Luke? Luke! What?” I shook my head. “That’s totally impossible. They are the happiest couple I know. The ideal couple.”

The detective leaned against the wall. “Apparently not.”

“But ... I don’t understand. How? Why?”

“Witnesses who heard the argument say that your friend’s husband suspected him of cheating. Said he found some guy all over his Google history.”

None of it made sense. Luke was the kindest, sweetest gentleman. I must have said the last out loud without realizing it, because Detective McGuire shook his head with a sad smile.

“You never know what’s beyond the surface, and you certainly never know what goes on behind closed doors. That’s what this job has taught me. You have no idea what happens in a relationship unless you’re in it, and even then it can