In the meantime, Bobby and Myles visited Calhoun's brother in his apartment. The man, who was in his sixties, was surprised that the agents of FBI came to question him.

- Mr. Calhoun? Bobby Manning and Myles Leland, FBI. We have to ask you a few questions about the death of your brother.

- Come in… sit down – the man led the two agents into the living room.

- Tell us a bit about your relationship with your brother! Did you get on well? – Myles asked.

- My brother and I were very close to each other… our parents died early; I took care of him after that, until he joined the army… we could always talk about everything, I knew about everything important which happened in his life. Although I couldn't spend as much time with him as I wanted… I was too busy with work…

- What did you do then?

- I was leading my own company… thus, taking care of my brother wasn't a problem, but I had very little free time… But his death made me realize so many things… I should have spent more time with him… But nothing can bring those years back – his voice faded.

- Do you know about anything in the past of your brother which could have been the reason for his murder? – Bobby asked.

- Ray was always a good guy… he never did anything illegal… but even if he got involved in something, he would have surely told it to me, we told everything important to each other.

- Was there anyone among his friends who could have got him involved into anything illegal?

- My brother never had friends with bad reputation… not even as a teenager. He never rebelled against our parents, didn't spend the nights outside of the house, there weren't any problems with his behaviour at school either… I knew his friends, both as a teenager and an adult, I would have never thought about any of them to be capable of committing a crime.

- What was his relationship like with his mates in the army? Did he keep in touch with them later as well? – Myles asked.

- As far as I know, he didn't have any serious quarrels with any of them… and he became good friends with some of his mates. Sometimes they visited each other and talked on the phone regularly.

- Could you tell us their names? It would be important to ask them a few questions as well.

- Just a moment – Calhoun replied, wrote a few names on a sheet of paper, and then handed it over to Bobby.

- Did your brother keep a record of the important events of his life? Did he have a diary, or perhaps he corresponded with someone?

- No… Ray thought keeping a diary was unnecessary… - Calhoun smiled faintly. – He always said he didn't need to write down what happened to him, since he could remember everything important… He didn't like writing letters either… he said it was better to visit one's friends or talk to them on the phone… - the man remembered.

- Thank you for your help, Mr. Calhoun – Bobby said. – If we have some more questions, we'll come back, so please, don't leave the city in the next weeks.

- Of course – Calhoun replied, while seeing the two agents to the door.

- It looks like everything is OK around Calhoun… - Myles stated, while they headed towards their car. – But it will be interesting to ask his former mates as well.

Tara and Dimitrius visited Collins' wife in her home in Washington. A woman in her forties came to answer the door; looking at her, it was obvious that she had been broken by the events of the past few days.

- Mrs. Collins? Tara Williams and Dimitrius Gans, FBI. We have to ask you a few questions about the death of your husband.

- Come in – the woman said, trying to hold her tears back. – I'm sorry… - she whispered. – I still can't believe that Roger…

Tara smiled reassuringly and waited until the woman sat down.

- Could you talk about your husband? What kind of a person was he?

- We loved each other so much… he was a very good man, he adored our children… he tried to spend all his free time with them… - said Mrs. Collins staring. – I miss him so much… - her voice faded.

- Mrs. Collins, I know that this is extremely hard for you, but we have to ask you a few things to find the murderer of your husband and send him to prison – Tara said. – At the woman's nod the agent went on with the questions.

- Do you have any idea who could have killed your husband?

The woman's eyes were filled with tears again.

- He was such a great person… I have no idea how anyone could have taken his life away… - she whispered.

- Did your husband have enemies, or do you know about anyone with whom he had a serious quarrel?

- No… my husband had a fairly good relation with everyone he knew… but it was by no way hostile. Although… there was a case, years ago… he got into a quarrel with someone who, as it later turned out, had relations with the mafia…

- What happened exactly? – Dimitrius asked.

- He got involved in a quarrel with a man and it ended up in fighting… but I don't know anything more, Roger never talked about this.

- Do you know who that man was, where he knew your husband from, or what was the cause of the fight?

- No… I don't even know his name… all Roger said was that they were quarrelling about something from the past, and that it had no significance… but that was a very long time ago, and since then, my husband didn't get involved in such cases.

- Thank you for your help, Mrs. Collins – stood Tara up. – We may need your help in the near future as well, so don't leave the city for a couple of weeks.

- All right… - the woman replied. – Please, find the murderer of my husband… - she said, looking at Tara.

- We'll do everything to put him to prison as soon as possible – the agent assured her, then headed back to the office with her colleague.

- She is a very kind woman, they must have had a great marriage – Tara said.

D nodded. - Indeed. It shouldn't have ended this way, but fate doesn't decide on the basis of this.