Ranger clenched the engagement ring tightly in his fist. There were only two reasons she would have taken it off and he didn't want to consider either one. Not able to even look at it, he slid it into his pocket and moved out of the way of the crime scene unit who'd enter her bedroom with their equipment.
As he travelled down the hall, he heard Joseph Morelli's voice. He hadn't seen the cop in a while and wouldn't have cared if he never saw him again, so of course he was assigned to the case.
The detective was speaking to Tank while another unit dusted the living room and kitchen for prints. Ranger knew they wouldn't find any that didn't belong.
Morelli stopped mid sentence and turned his hard and unyielding gaze to Ranger's face.
"You'll need to answer some questions," he began, dropping his eyes to his notebook. Flipping a page he went right for the jugular. "Can you verify your whereabouts between the hours of midnight and two-thirty this morning?"
"You gotta fucking be kidding me." Tank was incredulous at the implied accusation.
"The boyfriend or husband or…fiancé is always the first place we start looking."
