Steve had waited until they sat back down in the waiting Galaxy, the rain from the thunderstorm overhead pounding mercilessly against the metal roof of the tan sedan and soaking both detectives to the bone on the short walk back from the house.

Next to him, Mike reached for his fedora, shaking off all the water that had gathered around the rim, before glancing back up at him. With a broad smile, the Lieutenant pointed his chin at Steve's soaked hair that was matted against his forehead and sent streams of water down the side of his face and neck.

"You look like something the cat dragged in; you know that?"

Returning the incessant teasing with a cheeky grin, Steve ran a hand through his hair, hoping to redirect the water away from his eyes.

"Some of my lady friends might take this as a compliment, Lieutenant."

Slapping his shoulder amicably, Mike leaned back against the bench and watched him slide the key into the ignition, his mind already drifting back to their case.

"What did you make of that just now? His…his reaction?"

"Well…", Steve began and pulled the Galaxy away from the curb, before skillfully executing a u-turn on the narrow road, ready to head back west, "I thought his questioning that she was murdered seemed…odd."

"You caught that one too, eh? Yeah, that bothered me a little. People do say the weirdest things when they're in shock but that was…it surprised me. Hey, what was that thing about the wife's stolen car?"

Smiling gleefully, Steve ran hand through his hair once again, grateful when his battle with the unruly locks seemed to reach the end.

"Remember when I almost got raped at the DMV? By that…that lusting secretary?"

"Quit making stuff like that up, will you?", Mike interrupted with a grunt," You've been reading too much fiction. You of all people having a woman come after you like that? Quit saying that or people might actually start to believe it."

Sighing at yet another lost argument, Steve shook his head in defeat.

"Anyways, I came across the file. I remembered that the car was stolen in Oakland and I was going to dig deeper into it when I got pulled away. It all made sense when Roberts brought it up. The car was stolen four weeks ago. It was a lime green Skylark."

"That's no coincidence by any means."

With a deep frown, Mike resumed his brooding, his blue eyes squinting against the rain coming down in sheets by now.

"Could be that the daughter stole it, using it as a ride to get out east to the nudist camp and hang out with her friend Luigi?"

"Mhm hm...", the Lieutenant returned quietly, "And it could be that they returned in the car, got into an argument, and Luigi decided to kill her and keep the car…it's plausible. You'd think Roberts would put two and two together…and maybe he did. Didn't want to report his daughter as the car thief? Or maybe didn't want to let his wife know."

"And then there's the son who's fascinated with death…"

"Yeah, you got me there. Depending on what we find out on the street, I may want to bring that kid in for questioning. Because it sure seemed interesting to me that for having such a prim and proper house, Roberts' kids turned out a bit…on the extreme."

"Sarah in the nudist camp hanging out with street artists and Luther helping grieving grandmas…it's a strange one for sure.", Steve noted and pursed his lips for a moment, hesitant to say something, but finally deciding to speak up again, "You wanne know what else surprised me? Mike, did you realize Roberts never even asked how she was murdered?"