"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked.
"Are you Daniel Winfield?" John asked, sizing up the tanned skin, dark eyes, square jaw and muscled physique.
"Yes I am."
John held up his id. "Agent Doggett. This is my partner Agent Reyes. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."
"Agent Reyes. Monica." He said, peering closer at her credentials. "Pretty name. Of course, I want to help the F.B.I in any way I can. Please, come in."
"Thank you." Monica said, stepping into the spacious hallway. The floor was white and gold marble, the walls pristine white. Plants graced either side of the doorway that led into the living room. Off to the side, a staircase wound it's way up to the second floor, carpeted in deep blue velvet. Standing guard in a corner beside the front door was a statue. It was of a naked man, superbly muscled, with an enormous erection.
"An old family treasure." Daniel smiled, as both John and Monica's eyes widened at the sight of it.
"I bet." John remarked sarcastically as they walked into the living room.
"So Agents, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Two nights ago a woman was abducted form outside of Pinky's nightclub. She was later raped, and the only person she recalls seeing just before this happened is you."
"Me? I don't think so." Daniel replied, his smile fading.
"She was quite clear that it was you Mr. Winfield. She said you were watching her."
"I'm not in the habit of watching strange women, Agent Reyes. I'm a married man."
"Never stopped anyone before." John stated flatly.
"I love my wife very much, Agent Doggett. I do not have the desire or inclination to look at any other woman."
"Are you telling us it wasn't you at the Wok and Roll café on the night of the 21st?"
"Oh, the café? Charming little place. Forgive me, I forgot; I was there. But I assure you, I saw nothing untoward happen to anyone."
"No? You didn't recognise Annette Franklin as she drove into the car park?" Monica asked.
"Annette Franklin? I don't know anybody by that name."
"She's a performer at the Rawhide Lounge. We're told you're quite the fan."
"Aah, the wrestler. I never knew her name."
"Did you see her or not?" Monica pressed.
"I did not."
"How do you afford something like this Mr. Winfield, if you don't mind me askin?" John changed the subject.
"My parents left myself and my two sisters a substantial amount of money. When we moved to Logan we saw this place and instantly fell in love with its beauty."
"So you don't work?"
"I dabble in the stock market. But no, I do not hold down a nine to five job."
"And your wife and sisters? What do they do?"
"Shop mostly. As do my sisters husbands."
"Where are they right now?" Monica asked curiously.
"In town." Daniel retorted shortly. "Now if that's all I do have some correspondence I need to catch up on."
John and Monica were unceremoniously led back through the hallway and towards the door. John waited for Daniel to open the door. "Certainly. The F.B.I thanks you for your co-operation. If we have any more questions for you I assume you'll be here?"
"Where else would I be, Agent?"
"Mr. Winfield – that statue. May I ask – who does it portray?"
"No one, Agent Reyes. It's just wishful thinking on some long dead relatives part. That's all. Goodbye."
The door was closed behind them, leaving Monica and John staring at each other in bemusement.
"He was hiding something." John said, as they walked back towards the car.
"Definitely." Monica agreed.
"Are you Daniel Winfield?" John asked, sizing up the tanned skin, dark eyes, square jaw and muscled physique.
"Yes I am."
John held up his id. "Agent Doggett. This is my partner Agent Reyes. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."
"Agent Reyes. Monica." He said, peering closer at her credentials. "Pretty name. Of course, I want to help the F.B.I in any way I can. Please, come in."
"Thank you." Monica said, stepping into the spacious hallway. The floor was white and gold marble, the walls pristine white. Plants graced either side of the doorway that led into the living room. Off to the side, a staircase wound it's way up to the second floor, carpeted in deep blue velvet. Standing guard in a corner beside the front door was a statue. It was of a naked man, superbly muscled, with an enormous erection.
"An old family treasure." Daniel smiled, as both John and Monica's eyes widened at the sight of it.
"I bet." John remarked sarcastically as they walked into the living room.
"So Agents, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Two nights ago a woman was abducted form outside of Pinky's nightclub. She was later raped, and the only person she recalls seeing just before this happened is you."
"Me? I don't think so." Daniel replied, his smile fading.
"She was quite clear that it was you Mr. Winfield. She said you were watching her."
"I'm not in the habit of watching strange women, Agent Reyes. I'm a married man."
"Never stopped anyone before." John stated flatly.
"I love my wife very much, Agent Doggett. I do not have the desire or inclination to look at any other woman."
"Are you telling us it wasn't you at the Wok and Roll café on the night of the 21st?"
"Oh, the café? Charming little place. Forgive me, I forgot; I was there. But I assure you, I saw nothing untoward happen to anyone."
"No? You didn't recognise Annette Franklin as she drove into the car park?" Monica asked.
"Annette Franklin? I don't know anybody by that name."
"She's a performer at the Rawhide Lounge. We're told you're quite the fan."
"Aah, the wrestler. I never knew her name."
"Did you see her or not?" Monica pressed.
"I did not."
"How do you afford something like this Mr. Winfield, if you don't mind me askin?" John changed the subject.
"My parents left myself and my two sisters a substantial amount of money. When we moved to Logan we saw this place and instantly fell in love with its beauty."
"So you don't work?"
"I dabble in the stock market. But no, I do not hold down a nine to five job."
"And your wife and sisters? What do they do?"
"Shop mostly. As do my sisters husbands."
"Where are they right now?" Monica asked curiously.
"In town." Daniel retorted shortly. "Now if that's all I do have some correspondence I need to catch up on."
John and Monica were unceremoniously led back through the hallway and towards the door. John waited for Daniel to open the door. "Certainly. The F.B.I thanks you for your co-operation. If we have any more questions for you I assume you'll be here?"
"Where else would I be, Agent?"
"Mr. Winfield – that statue. May I ask – who does it portray?"
"No one, Agent Reyes. It's just wishful thinking on some long dead relatives part. That's all. Goodbye."
The door was closed behind them, leaving Monica and John staring at each other in bemusement.
"He was hiding something." John said, as they walked back towards the car.
"Definitely." Monica agreed.