They found Trevor Edwards, state senator, in his Manhattan office. He looked distraught when they were shown in to his office. Eames stepped forward and introduced herself and her partner. Goren looked a little surprised, but he let her take the lead, not wanting to piss her off again. She sat in a chair in front of the desk. "Senator, what can you tell us about your niece and her husband?"

Edwards sat at his desk, looking at her with sad eyes. "They've been married seven years. What else do you need to know?"

As she questioned the senator, her partner wandered around the office, looking at the books and trinkets on the shelves about the room, the framed pictures on the walls. Every once in while she shot a nervous glance at him, wondering what he was doing and why she was handling the interview alone. That wasn't quite what she had meant by including her in the investigation. "How was their relationship?"

The senator hesitated, watching Goren looking at the pictures on the far wall. "It was rocky, but they loved one another."

Without turning, Goren asked, "Did he ever hit her?"

"What kind of question is that?"

The big cop turned and looked at the senator. "One we need answered."

Edwards frowned. "Whatever happened in private…" he began.

"Don't say it's no one's business, senator," he interrupted. "Your niece is dead, and we are trying to find out who killed her. Private isn't private any more." He pointed to a picture on the wall of a young couple with a little girl. "Is this your niece and her family?"

"Yes, it is."

"It's an odd picture to display. No one's smiling…and she's wearing dark glasses…"

"That was taken at the lake."

"But it's indoors."

Eames took control back. "We aren't looking for a scandal, Senator. We are looking for a killer…your niece's killer."

The senator sighed. "Like I said, detectives, they had a rocky marriage. Yes, Marty hit her. Often. We didn't like it, but there was nothing we could do. Only Liz could take action, and she refused, because she loved him and they had a baby together. To the best of my knowledge, he never harmed Kelly…never laid a hand on her."

Eames was shocked when Goren replied, "To the best of our knowledge, Kelly isn't dead. Her mother is. We're not investigating him for child abuse."

Idiot, she thought. Getting to her feet she told the senator, "Thank you for your time, Senator. We'll be in touch if we need any more information."

The senator nodded. "Good luck, detectives. Please keep me informed."

They left the office and when they stepped into the elevator, she said, "Are you always like that?"

He looked confused. "Like what?"

Great…he didn't even know he was an ass. "Never mind."

He leaned forward to look into her face. "Really, Eames…what are you talking about?"

"Stand up straight. You're creeping me out. You left me to question the senator by myself."

"No, I didn't. I heard every word you said."

"When you did talk to him, you were rude."

"I was? I just asked him questions we needed to have answered. I don't mean to be rude. I do need to get the answers we have to have."

She studied him. She got the definite impression he was being sincere. He really did not intend to be rude. He was just trying to get the job done. "Just try to use a little more tact, will you? Especially when we're interviewing a senator who is not a suspect."

He thought for a moment. "Ok. I'll try."

They exited the building and headed for the car. "Can I ask you something, Goren?"

"Sure."

She waited for him to unlock the car doors and slid into the passenger seat, bracing herself for another ride. "Did you happen to be a fighter pilot in your previous life?"