Hanson searched the master bedroom that had an attached bath in the apartment while Jo searched a second bathroom and a room used as an office. Finding nothing that really jumped out at them, they met in the hallway and headed toward the small kitchen area. As Jo searched the upper cabinets and refrigerator, Hanson searched the lower cabinets and opened the top of the small garbage pail. He paused to share an eyeroll of disgust with Jo. When she suggested he leave it for the CSU, he quickly agreed and put the lid back onto it. He straightened up and looked around the living room again, his gaze coming to rest on the area between the end of the sofa and the entry door where Ruth Carlton had said Boseman had collapsed after she'd shot him several times. They were both gratified to see the CSU members begin to sweep in with their equipment. During a brief exchange of identification and information, loud voices were heard in the hallway.

"Sorry, Sir, but you can't go in there," Ofc. Madison was heard telling someone.

"What do you mean I can't go in? I live here!" a male voice defiantly responded to her.

Hanson and Jo quickly approached the entry door and he opened it. They were met with Madison sternly warning a man Hanson knew to be the supposed shooting victim, Chad Boseman. "We'll take it from here, Officer," Hanson said. He and Jo stepped into the hallway and explained the situation to him and that they'd appreciate if he'd go downtown with them to help clear things up with his girlfriend, Ruth.

Chad, both frustrated and annoyed, took in a deep breath and released it. "She did shoot at me," he told them, "with this." He opened his jacket, displaying a semi-automatic Glock 19. "Started carrying it after I was mugged a couple of months ago."

Hanson extended his hand, indicating for Chad to hand it to him, which he did. Hanson checked it and discovered it to be unloaded. "We're gonna have to keep this for a while," he told Chad and dropped it into a ziploc bag, sealing it.

"We'd like you to come downtown with us to help straighten this out," Jo told him.

"Where is she?" Chad asked. "You didn't believe her and arrest her, did you?"

"She's in holding right now," Hanson replied. He extended an arm toward the elevator at the end of the hall and Chad reluctantly accompanied them.

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Chad sat on one side of the table with Jo and Hanson on the other side as they questioned him in the interview room. Henry and Reece watched unseen on the other side of the glass. Reece stood to Henry's right with her hands clasped in front of her. He stood with his hands clasped behind him. Although Jo had alerted him earlier to the need for him to meet them at what they had been told was a crime scene, he had soon gotten the word that his "services" would not be needed after all since there was neither a body nor any bloody evidence that a crime had occurred. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions but his curiosity was piqued over the details. Had the alleged victim's body vanished like his always did after dying? The fact that only a couple of parking tickets from three months ago had popped in the system for Boseman, didn't necessarily rule him out as possibly being an Immortal. Maybe he just knew how to "manage" his condition a little better. Maybe Ruth Carlton was simply insane or a liar. He chose to pin his hopes on the latter being true.

"Tell us what happened," Jo told him.

"We were discussing the restaurant's books again, bleeding red," he began. "She wants to hit her parents up for a loan, but I don't, I don't want that. Things got kinda heated and she grabbed my gun out of the holster and ... shot at me." His voice grew quiet as he recalled the incident.

Jo and Hanson exchanged a look before Jo asked, "Did she think it wasn't loaded?" she asked, incredulous.

He hesitated before replying, his eyes troubled. "I ... I don't know." He swallowed and sat up taller. "She had to have known and was just ... trying to scare me."

"Has something like this happened before where she tried to kill ya?" Hanson asked.

Chad pulled his lips in and released another sigh of dismay. "Yeah." He leaned forward and eyed one to the other. "Look, we have disagreements like any other couple. Doesn't mean she really wants to, to kill me," he stated with more than a bit of uncertainty.

"Well, like what?" Hanson prompted him. "Has she tried knives, uh, strangulation, poison, what?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Chad objected, shaking his head. "She - Nothing." He leaned back in his chair and lowered his eyes to the table top under his hands. "Look, if no crime has been committed - I mean I'm here and in one piece - can I just go home and take her with me?"

"You're not pressing charges against her?" Hanson asked. Personally, he'd show the chick the door so quick, her crazy head would spin.

"No," Chad quietly but firmly replied.

"You're not worried that she might try this again?" Jo pressed. She couldn't believe it.

"Can we go now?" Chad impatiently asked, ignoring her question.

"You can," Hanson informed him as he gathered up his pencil and notepad. "Maybe she can after her psychological evaluation."

"Psychological ... Bellevue." Chad utttered resignedly. "Can I see her before I leave?"

"I don't think that would be wise just now," Jo told him.

The two detectives stood up as did Chad but more slowly and the three of them left the room. Chad left the building and the detectives joined their boss and their ME in the hallway. As Reece led them down the hall and back into the bullpen, they discussed the strange case of the woman who swears she shot a man to death but the living corpse had just contradicted her claim. But since Hanson still had not been let in on Henry's secret of also being some kind of living corpse, the other three had to remember to keep their remarks within the realm of normalcy.

"Maybe we should let her see him," Hanson said. "It might shake those crazy thoughts out of her mind to see him alive and healthy after she said she killed him." He chuckled and added, "Nobody comes back from the dead." He walked away from them to his desk seeming not to notice the knowing looks his three colleagues exchanged.

"I shall, ah, return to the morgue," Henry told the two women. He dipped his head slightly and with a smile, turned and left.

"Hopefully, this will be the last we see of Ruth Carlton," Jo said as they walked to her desk and she sat down.

"Hmmm. I wouldn't count on it," Reece replied. "But I'm glad that the 'situation' wasn't as bad as we thought it would be." She returned to her office leaving Jo biting back her laughter and thankful that Hanson was preoccupied on the phone and most likely had not heard Reece's cryptic statement.