Whilst Humphrey was attempting to clean up the smashed pot, Fidel was typing and clicking rapidly on his computer.
"Sir," He called, "The preliminary report is back."
"Yes?" Humphrey asked.
"There was a deep knife wound, and bruising to the neck and wrists," Fidel said.
Humphrey sighed, "So now we know she attempted to struggle and the attacker held her back." He did one final sweep of the pot remnants.
"Maybe, I should go and talk to the Fredrick's neighbours," Fidel said. Humphrey nodded. Fidel turned off his computer, picked up his hat and left.
Dwayne looked at Humphrey curiously; he had now returned to his seat and was staring endlessly at Camille's desk.
"Do you think she's okay?" Dwayne asked.
Humphrey broke his stare, "Yes, she'll be fine."
Meanwhile…
Catherine stroke Camille's dark, curly hair as she sat with her head in her arms on one of many tables in her mother's bar, La Kaz.
"What happened?" Catherine spoke with compassion in her voice; she hated it when her daughter was upset.
Camille moved her head up and put her chin on her arms, "I miss him, and then some silly woman goes and insults him."
"Who?"
"Richard." She wiped a stray tear from her face, now sitting upright and looking at her mother with her large, brown eyes. A cough came from the door, making both of them jump. Fidel walked in and sat down with Catherine and Camille.
"How are you?" He said with a nice smile.
"Fine," Camille said quietly.
Catherine smirked, "I heard Humphrey broke the pot." Fidel laughed and Camille gave a small smile. Another familiar figure appeared in the doorway.
"Fidel, shouldn't you be working?" asked the Commissioner.
"Yes, sorry," Fidel got up and left to continue his enquiries. The Commissioner then took his chair and sat down heavily.
"Camille, I just want to apologize for sending you home," he smiled politely at her than at Catherine, "I know you're good at your job but Anne Fredrick was planning to cause a stir."
"I understand totally," Camille said.
Catherine smiled, "Drink, Commissioner?"
"Only lemonade, I'm still on duty," The Commissioner smiled. Catherine smiled and got up to get his drink.
Later…
Fidel entered the station to see Humphrey and Dwayne looking at the whiteboard. He cleared his throat to make the others aware of his presence. They both looked at him.
"George Fredrick was heard having an argument with Katrina Oatley at about eleven pm," Fidel told them.
"Maybe we should go talk to him," Humphrey suggested. Dwayne nodded and went out to start the car.
George was friendlier at welcoming the officers than his wife. He politely let them into the house, they entered the living room and Melissa was back on the sofa.
"Mr Fredrick, you were heard having an argument with Katrina Oatley at around eleven last night. Would you like to tell me what it was about?" Dwayne questioned.
"Er… well… Anne doesn't really want, sorry didn't want, Katrina around anymore, she thinks she has a bad influence Melissa." George replied.
"So, what led to the argument?" Humphrey asked.
George looked at the floor, "I was trying to tell Katrina to leave but she didn't want to, she wanted to stay with her daughter."
"Why would you want my mum to leave?" Melissa snapped standing up and walking in front of her father, "You said you still loved her." She said more quietly.
"I didn't want her to leave, Anne did."
"Why do you always do what that witch says she isn't in charge of you!" Melissa yelled.
"Please Mel don't do this, not now," George said in a soothing voice. Melissa sighed and walked out.
"Sorry about that," George said.
"So, the argument…" Humphrey began.
"I wasn't there okay, after the argument I was here all night!" George said quickly.
