"Mrs. Copeland. Thank you for speaking with us."
Sharon Copeland had invited Hotcher and Prentiss to join her in the kitchen while they spoke.
"Can I offer you some coffee, or water perhaps?"
"No thank you Mrs. Copeland. What can you tell us about Theresa. Was she having any problems at school?'
Sharon Copeland was looking over their shoulders at her husband. She didn't appear to be listening. Emily turned around to see she was staring at her husband.
"He hasn't been the same, you know. She was our only child. Since she died, he's been distant. He won't talk to me."
Emily tried to refocus the distraught mother. She wasn't sure how people ever got over this type of thing.
"Mrs. Copeland," Emily said is a soft, empathetic tone. "Can you tell us about Theresa."
Mrs. Copeland refocused on the FBI agents in front of her, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry agents. What can I tell you?"
Twenty minutes later Hotcher and Prentiss left the Copeland's. They headed back to the police station to meet the rest of the team."