Tuesday, August 7, 2012 - 1:20 p.m.
Eve Edwards currently lives next door to the Garretts. Detectives Armstrong and Murphy interviewed her at her residence. The interview was was recorded with the witness' knowledge and consent.
- Detective T. Armstrong
- Detective S. Murphy
- Eve Edwards
Detective Murphy: For the record, could you please state your name and address?
Eve Edwards: My name is Eve Edwards. Do you want to know where I live or where I'm living?
Detective Murphy: Both if you please.
Eve Edwards: Usually I live with Eric. We don't really have an address because we keep moving. But lately I've been at my folk's place. That's 119 Cedar Hill Drive.
Detective Armstrong: Did you and Eric break up?
Eve Edwards: No. He just threw me out. Whatever. He'll be begging me to come back once he sees the baby.
Detective Armstrong: Why did he throw you out?
Eve Edwards: He thinks a kid would be bad for business. Like someone looking for crack cares if there's a crib in the background.
Detective Armstrong: What's Eric's last name?
Eve Edwards: Holden. 'Course he slurs it so it sounds like holding. People ask if he's Holden. Yeah, I'm Holdin'. He thinks it's pretty funny.
Detective Murphy: How well do you two get along?
Eve Edwards: We don't fight or nothing.
Detective Murphy: Is he the father of the child?
Eve Edwards: Yeah. I told my folks he wasn't, hoping they'd be more supportive of the baby. Like maybe I had this great guy sweep me off my feet and eventually he'll take me away from Eric and give me the good life.
Detective Murphy: How did they react?
Eve Edwards: They ate it up. I mean, they didn't like the idea of me sleeping around, but they don't like Eric. I used that. Otherwise, I'm not sure they would have let me stay with them.
Detective Murphy: Why do you think that?
Eve Edwards: My dad. He's pretty strict. Mom, she's, like, invisible. If Dad said I wasn't going to step foot in his house, then that would have been that. This way, I got somewhere to sleep until the baby comes.
Detective Murphy: Have you talked to Eric recently?
Eve Edwards: He calls me every single day to ask me how I'm doing, which is lousy. I can't call him because I don't know his number since he uses those disposable cell phones.
Detective Murphy: Does Eric have a temper?
Eve Edwards: Eric is a pussy cat.
Detective Armstrong: How about your father?
Eve Edwards: He'd have to have emotions first.
Detective Murphy: How well did you know Ambrose Garrett?
Eve Edwards: Grew up next door to him. He was that guy always yelling at kids to be quiet, get off the lawn, blah blah blah.
Detective Armstrong: You didn't like him?
Eve Edwards: He was a pain, but I'm used to that because of my dad.
Detective Murphy: Are you aware he was murdered?
Eve Edwards: Dad talks about, it but I don't really listen.
Detective Murphy: Do you know how well the two of them got along?
Eve Edwards: Dad doesn't get along with anybody except Mom. And she's not really there, so I'm not sure if she counts. Even Michael, Mr. Perfect, I don't think there's anything genuine between them. Basically, Dad doesn't like people.
Detective Murphy: Who's Michael?
Eve Edwards: My younger brother. The one who turned out well.
Detective Armstrong: Can you picture your father being responsible in any way for Ambrose's death?
Eve Edwards: And break a rule? Not Dad. Mom, someday she's going to snap, and then watch out. She's going like rob banks or something, go on a spree. I hope I live to see that.
Detective Armstrong: Is there anyone you can picture who might be responsible for Ambrose's death?
Eve Edwards: He was killed during a robbery, right?
Detective Armstrong: Actually, it looks like he may have been poisoned.
Eve Edwards: I just assumed it was a robbery, someone trying to make a quick score to pay for their next fix. I mean, we get crazy people coming to the door. That's one reason we keep moving.
Detective Murphy: It doesn't sound like a very good environment to raise a child in.
Eve Edwards: What? I should live like my parents? They weren't exactly a wild success. We got our three square meals and a roof over our heads, but so what? Christopher couldn't wait to get out. They all but threw me out. And Michael, he's more screwed up than both of us together, but he doesn't even know it.
Detective Murphy: I'd like to give you the name of a social worker. She's very good.
Eve Edwards: Whatever. Eric, me, and the baby are out of here once we have enough money. And I'll tell you right now that I won't be looking back.
Detective Armstrong: Thank you for talking to us, and good luck with your pregnancy.
Interview ends - 1:17 p.m..