Nick was phoning every cable company in Las Vegas and he and Sara were discussing the rest of the evidence over burgers. Sara winced every time Greg took a bite of his.
"Do you have a problem with my lunch Sara?"
"I just wish you would try a veggie burger one day. You'd like it, I know you would."
Greg ignored her and took an extra large bite of his burger, growling a little as he tore it off. Sara rolled her eyes.
"I know that Roger is an expert con and all that, but I believe his story." Sara said, changing the subject.
"Even if our cable guy did do it, it still doesn't explain the spending spree and the will. His neighbours say he was a miserable man. Not the kind of guy to go wild and buy everything in sight. Something's off." Greg insisted.
"I still like Bianca for this."
"We found none of her prints at the scene. She just unfortunately got stuck with paying his debt. Hey" a lightbulb went off in his head "remember what Bianca said when we asked her about the will? She thought he'd done it on purpose. Maybe he did. He wanted her to be stuck paying off his debts."
"It doesn't make any sense. He wasn't to know he'd die that day. It's too much of a coincidence that the will was modified then. And the spending spree? He can't have been planning to spend the rest of his life in debt, wearing a gold watch but living in a motel, can he?"
"Unless... he knew he was going to die that day! He was waiting for it."
"Psychic?"
"No... suicidal."
Nick entered the room eating his own burger and waved a sheet of paper.
"Nigel Watson" he proclaimed.
"Nice to meet you Nigel, I'm Greg."
He laughed dryly.
"Hi Greggo, pleased to meet you. I found our guy. Brass is calling him in now. Push over."
Greg moved slightly to make space for Nick on the bench.
"Do we have access to his bank records?" Greg wanted to know.
"Sure" Nick said, opening up the laptop. "Here we go, Nigel Watson."
"Go to Thursday" Greg ordered. "As I thought. $400 lodged. He also had to pay for a trip to the doctors. Maybe to fix a cut on his neck?"
"I don't get it? Why would he lodge $400?" Nick was confused.
Sara explained. "We think, that David may have been suicidal. He withdrew $400 from his account, maybe it was to pay off a helper. He seemed to think that murder would be better than suicide. But maybe..."
"...The guy didn't want to help him die. He might have put up a fight." Nick said, catching on. "Good theory. Lets go talk to our man."
"So I said no way! I didn't care if he gave me 400 bucks, hell, I didn't even care if he gave me 4000 bucks. Then he's like stranguling me with this wire so I agree. He gives me a pair of gloves to wear and I do it."
"What exactly did you 'do' sir?" Greg asked, trying to control the tremble in his voice. He was actually interviewing somebody!
"I dragged him across the floor and punched him in the nose, as he requested. I sh-sh-shot him in the b-back of the h-hea-h-h-head and then I ran. Faster than I've ever run in my life, the money buring a hole in my pocket. I dumped the gun and the gloves. Then I went home, told my wife I loved her, and tried to go back to normal. But it didn't. I don't think it ever will."
A single tear rolled down the mans cheek.
"I love my family, please don't arrest me. I didn't mean to do anything wrong!"
The man was hysterical now.
"It's ok man - sir. I'm sure you'll be okay" Greg promised, even though he wasn't sure where Nevada laws stood on assistant to suicide in self defense. Especially if the one you were defending yourself from was the one you end up killing. That was pretty twisted. All the same, he patted the man's back and watched him be cuffed and taken away.
The best part of the job was catching the bad guys. Times like this though, Greg knew that the bad guys were the guys who were already dead. Sadly, they always have to drag a few innocent people down with them. There were times, times like these, when he hated his job.
