If you tell the truth,
you don’t have to remember anything.
- Mark Twain
Mariet’s most recent extra-marital affair had been with Lisa.
All the while, he was leaving a trail -- phone records here, credit card bills there.
Elaine picked up his trail soon after she started investigating the murder of Tess and MoMo. Mariet didn't cop to it.
Some detectives had a joke: How do you know when suspects are lying?
The punch line: Their lips are moving.
The truth was that regardless of race, religion or socio-economic bracket – Stevenson knows this much to be true: Everyone withholds information, especially after a murder. The innocent almost as often as the guilty flat-out lie.
Their reasons for lying varied. Some lied to deny an embarrassing detail they considered irrelevant to the murder. Others lied to protect their privacy … or to safeguard a loved one. But sometimes lies indicated something far more culpable. Sometimes the lies indicated guilt.
It was Elaine's job to find out why.
Five months after the murder, she called and requested a third interview with Mariet
On June 12, 1997, a Thursday with a high temperature of 82 degrees, Mariet brought defense attorney, William Gagen, to the Sacramento County Sheriff’s building on I Street. Both men wore somber dark suits.
Detective Elaine Stevenson had a lot of questions for Mariet. They would include some tough questions. If she asked them in the right manner and order, the defense attorney would let her build up to and leverage the most potentially damaging accusations. They wouldn’t be fun questions to ask. But Stevenson knew she would ask them. She had to ask them. Like the message scrawled on the Polaroid, she had to know who killed Mariet's son MoMo and the 3-year-old boy's mommy, Tess.
To figure it out, she needed to ask more questions, to ferret out the lies.
In a previous interview, she asked Mariet about an Oakland woman named Lisa George. Mariet said he had known Lisa for almost 20 years. They had grown up in the same city. When Mariet had been a teenage football sensation, they had attended rival schools. They had remained friends, nothing more.
Confrontation wasn't the answer. Some detectives may still beat confessions out of suspects. But that was never Elaine's style. Her method of interview was more subtle.
From all those years working sex crimes, she knew that one key to getting confessions was sounding understanding, never to voice to voice judgments in tone or so many words. She sounded world-wise and understanding enough to recognize that transgressions like adultery didn’t necessarily make anyone a murderer.
Elaine asked Mariet about his most recent extra-marital affair, with an Oakland woman named Lisa George.
She was someone I dated,” Mariet said. “But I wouldn’t say she was a girlfriend.” He said the last 10 years or so he and Lisa had been just friends.
From five months of investigating this case, Stevenson knew that to be another lie. “Do you remember the last time you saw Lisa?” Stevenson asked.
In the interrogation room, on the video tape, Mariet sat there, looking down. The hidden camera’s timer showed that about five seconds had passed.
The question hung in the silence: “Do you remember the last time you saw Lisa?”
“Mmm,” Mariet said. He confessed that he had last seen Lisa in December.
What was the circumstance?” Stevenson asked.
Rather than wait another five seconds for Mariet to answer, Elaine supplied the answer. Mariet was away from home, in Pleasant Hill at the Residence Inn for “business training.” Lisa George had come to see him at the hotel.
On the hidden camera in the interrogation room, Mariet’s left hand reached for his left eye, Mariet fiddled with his brow, just above where he had had the scratch on the day of the murder.
Mariet remembered that night. His life had been so much different back then, 16 months earlier, two months before the murders, 10 days before Christmas. Tess had been pregnant with the baby they'd planned to name Marcellus. She was home alone their 3-year-old son, MoMo, when Mariet had welcomed Lisa into his hotel room. This was not something Mariet was eager to discuss.
“She came by,” he said. “Yes.”
“Did you guys just visit in the lobby,” Stevenson asked.
No,” Mariet said. “We went up to my room.”
He told Stevenson nothing serious had happened between him and Lisa in the hotel room.
Another lie.
