I wasn't able to square what he said happened and the carnage that resulted. There was too much blood, too much chaos strewn around the room to be just a botched home robbery with a resident standing their grounds.
So I pressed him, hard, in the interview room. I tried every tactic to get him to confess that he knew who the dead body in his home was. But he didn't budge.
Now, to be fair, had I known he had a wife who was missing as well, I'd have pieced it together earlier.
But the chaos hid that fact.
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