Josh Mankiewicz

For 30 minutes, they went round and round. Sabrina talking about her dead husband, her kids, and God's purpose.

That's when the cops got straight to the point.

If Sabrina's interviewers were waiting for some kind of confession, an admission that she knew her lover had murdered her husband, they were disappointed.

The interview ended when Sabrina asked for a lawyer. At that point, she was arrested, and deputies drove her to Bakersfield for formal booking and fingerprinting. It was in Bakersfield that she asked to speak with Detective Randall Meyer. The next afternoon, Sabrina was led to the same interrogation room where she'd met Detective Meyer a week earlier.

Sorry for not being honest with you, Detective Randall. That's okay.

She was still wearing the tight-fitting gray jeans and white jacket she'd worn the day before when deputies had picked her up at her children's school.

The detective was his same old congenial self. He said he understood why Sabrina had lied to him.

the detective wanted Sabrina to tell her story again, starting with that first meeting in Costco and the critical moment when Jonathan Hearn asked for her phone number.

An innocent mistake? She told the detective she thought Jonathan knew she was married, even though she never wore her wedding ring while she was working.

She could have ended it right there, but she didn't do that. And Jonathan, he did not back away either. So together they tiptoed into that treacherous swamp colloquially called Friends with Benefits. It was a gradual thing, to be sure. A romantic attraction that only became noticeable when it was absent.

It was pleasant to meet, pleasant to talk, pleasant to anticipate the next meeting, fun to exchange gifts and trinkets.

As casual as swinging on Grandma's porch. Oh, yes, the swinging. Sabrina told the detective about that, too.

There's an old saying that for some men, marriage is just a word. While to others, it's a sentence. The kind you serve. To the late Rob Lamone, marriage wasn't a word or a sentence. It was more like a theme park. And he wanted to climb onto every ride. Well, that's if you believe Mrs. Rob Lamone. According to Sabrina, the whole open marriage thing was all Rob's idea.

And it began six years earlier, when she and Rob started spouse swapping with another couple.

And this went on. Sabrina was fuzzy on dates. She couldn't remember exactly when she met Jonathan. 2013, maybe? She also didn't remember when they started sleeping together. Six months later? Eight months? She did, however, remember quite well the night her husband discovered a large batch of love texts from Jonathan on her phone.

The detective, of course, already knew a lot of this. He'd heard it from a couple of members of the Wolfpack, Rob and Sabrina's Silver Lakes friends, Jason and Kelly Bernatine. According to the Bernatines, Rob was not okay with his wife having an affair with Jonathan Hearn, an outsider who was not a Wolfpack member. Rob had demanded its stop.

Then, after a few months, Sabrina said, she and Jonathan resumed their affair.

After taking a short break so a crime lab tech could come in and take a DNA sample, fingerprints, and photographs.

The detective pressed Sabrina on how much she'd known about her lover's plan to murder her husband.

Sabrina told the detective she typically kept Jonathan posted whenever Rob was working one of those 12-hour shifts in Tehachapi. because that was time she and Jonathan could possibly spend between the sheets. We were possibly going to get together, but he was doing other stuff.