It was the accountant with the hammer at the country club!

The hammer was in the pool house. The victims fake was bashed in. Thrown in the pool. I replayed the murder scene. That is extremely peculiar. That _uy on his cell phone. I shall _o question him. I walked over and read his bad_e. "Marcus Bowmont. Accountant."
"sir!" I jo__ed over there.
"i'm on the phone, one moment." he sneared. I used karate moves and threw the phone in the pool next to where he and I were standin. It sank to the bottom and the creen went black. "There. It was one moment." I must question you on the events taht happened last ni_ht."
"Okay, but I promise you I know nothin."
"That's for you to know and me to find out. Now, as you are aware, an old man with a youn_ wife was killed and thrown in the pool last ni_ht." Do you know why there is a hammer in the pool house?"
"no." he replied.
"Okay and do you know how he was killed?"
"No."
"Do you know his wife?"
"Yes. I work with her at my bank." He was sweaty.
"You work with her. Hmmmm. What kind of work?" I thou_ht, ponderin all options.
"Business." HE shifted his wei_ht to his ri_ht le_.
"And did she ever discuss her personal life with you?"
"Yes. I know she wsa havin problems with him." He looked at the pool with a ponderin_ face.
"Your answers are very short."
"i'm aware." he announced.
"And sir, can you tell me who you were just talkin to?"
"A client."
"Lies!! I heard you refer to that person as Pumpkin bottom. A very friendly nickname for a client."
"You heard wron_." He wran_ his palms and his eyes darted lookin_ for an exit.
"I heard ri_ht. I also heard the conversation. Tellin_ Pumpkin Bottom where the weapon was. Hammer, in the poo lhouse, where you've been for hours now...in a suit! Ironically the man's face was bashed in. Obvious blunt trama to his face. Only a hammer could do it. I also heard you say you'd see her toni_ht and to wear somethin_ sexy. Yes sir! MR. Bowmont I heard it all." I smiled.
"Okay! I admit it! I was havin_ an affair with her! The whole thin_ was planned." He smirked. "Old man was _oin to die anyways. I just helped him alon_. I don't re_ret it one bit. But you'll never be able to prove I said anythin_ in court." He cackled, smu_ with his plan.
"I held up the tape recorder as I slapped the handcuffs on his bony wrists.
"Yes sir I can."