"That's Marsha, my wife." Burns said as he intently watched the expression on Carol's face. "ENOUGH."
The familiar voice of her husband came through the speaker. Carol's heart stopped. Her face turned pale white. There was a pause and then the female voice again followed by Bob's.
Carol sucked in her breath. Her face flushed. Burns reached forward and switched the recorder off. Smiling secretly to himself at her husband's remark about her sexual capability. That should set her off by itself.
"Do you believe me now?" he maintained his indignant attitude.
"Y-Yes, I-I believe they were together. But it still doesn't prove they did anything wrong."
"Take a good strong slug from your drink, girl. You're going to need it."
Carol needed no coaxing this time. She took half the glass in one quick swallow, coughing slightly from the sudden burning in her throat. Burns flipped the switch to on. She could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and movement on a bed and then Marsha Burns voice: