It had been roughly two days since Camille had left the office and hadn't yet returned. The team had made little-to-no progress on the case.

….

"Ok," Humphrey began, "Motives, who has one?"

Fidel glance up from his work, "Anne Frederick. George still loves her and she is jealous."

"George had an argument with Katrina," Dwayne added.

"Yes but he loves her, why would he kill her?" Fidel responded.

"We need to question Harry and Stephanié," Humphrey said, "And…er… maybe because she wants to take Melissa away from him."

"I'll get their addresses," Fidel replied.

….

The journey to the first address (Harry Smith's holiday villa) was made in total, unbroken silence. Fidel stared out of the window and watched the beauty of Saint Marie fly past him. Humphrey clung to the steering wheel, knuckles white due to the tight grip. It was tense. Very tense. The wheels screeched as the car reached the destination. It lurched to a halt. Fidel and Humphrey stepped out and knocked on the door.

"Hold on!" yelled Harry. They heard thudding as someone ran to the door. It was flung open.

"Er… Hello!" Harry said, he was short with dark hair.

"Hello Mr Smith. Honoré police, we need to ask you some questions. Can we come in?" Humphrey murmured.

"Um…" Harry looked around, "Of course." He slowly allowed them to pass him. They could tell he was going to be very reluctant.

"So," Humphrey began when they reached Harry's living room, "Where were you three nights ago?"

"I was at the party right until the morning, then I went home," Harry replied.

Humphrey sighed, "Can anyone confirm this?"

Harry hesitated for a long time, staring at the floor, "Yes."

"Who?" Humphrey asked.

"Anne Frederick."

"Okay."

"Did you hear an argument between George Frederick and Katrina Oatley at eleven?" Humphrey quizzed.

"No." Harry replied.

"Harry…" someone called from upstairs. Fidel and Humphrey gave him a questioning look.

"Why is Anne upstairs?" Humphrey asked.

"Why do you think?" Harry retorted, "Look, can you leave now?"

Humphrey turned on his heel and left, Fidel trailing behind him.

"Right, to Stephanié's," He stated.

Fidel looked at Humphrey, "Are you okay, Chief?"

"Fine."

Again the journey was tense. Fidel could sense his chief's, well he didn't know what it was but he could sense it.

"Stephanié, where were you after eleven three nights ago?" Humphrey asked in a bored tone.

"At the party all night," She replied with a smile Humphrey didn't return.

"Can anyone confirm this?"

"Yes, Melissa. I was comforting her, she heard the argument." She informed him.

"Great. Thank you." Humphrey replied. He walked out.

"Sorry, excuse me," Fidel said to Stephanié. He jogged out.

"Don't you think we should ask more questions?" Fidel asked Humphrey. Humphrey got in the car and started the engine. Fidel quickly jumped into the car.

….

"Sir?" Fidel asked as they were nearing Humphrey's house. Humphrey stopped the car and got out, he handed the keys through the passengers window to Fidel.

"Drive yourself back," He said.

….

"Fidel, where is Humphrey?" The Commissioner stood in the middle of the office, he looked concerned.

"I don't think he is coping very well," Fidel replied.

"What with?" The Commissioner asked. Fidel shrugged.