Morgan and Alex made short work of the drive to the Blanchard home. When they arrived several members of the local police were standing in the front yard talking. One noticed the SUV and walked over.
"You the FBI?" he inquired.
"Yes. Agent Morgan," Morgan showed his credentials.
"Agent Blake", Alex contributed as she also showed the officer her badge.
"Detective Young," the officer introduced himself. "I've been assigned to this case. Do you really think it is murder?
"Well, as I understand it, there was no sign of break in and the victim was in excellent health," Morgan stated. "As he was a prominent defense contractor, that means we need to take a close look at the situation."
"Understood," Detective Young agreed. "We have already interviewed the family and they told us the alarm was set as usual and didn't go off. The alarm company verifies that. Plus, they have several dogs that are let loose on the grounds at night and they never sounded an alarm."
"That's a start," Alex smiled at him. "Now, if you don't mind, we would like to speak with them further. We would also like to examine the bedroom and dressing room. I understand that is where Mr. Blanchard was found?"
"Knock yourselves out," Detective Young told them. "I have to stay here and wait for further reinforcements to arrive. Just knock at the front door and my guys will let you in."
"Great, Thanks!" Morgan commented as he closed the door of the SUV.
Alex was already headed to the front door and he caught up with her. As they waited for a response to Alex's knock, she turned to Morgan.
"Do you ever get used to this? Showing up and talking to people on what is undoubtedly the worst day of their lives?" she asked, her face reflecting her inner turmoil.
"Not really," Morgan confessed. "But we have a job to do. And doing that job will give these people the peace of mind they need so they can get on with their lives. You have to remember that."
"Okay. Just keep reminding me." Alex took a deep breath as the door opened.
