"Mr. Thompson, we'd like to ask you a few questions about your wife's suicide..." Nick said with a compassionate look on his face.
"Come on in," he said while opening the door for Nick and Greg. He lead them to the kitchen and offered them a seat.
"What do you want to know about it? She killed herself, end of story." The husband seemed rather cold.
"Mr. Thompson, there are a few open questions we like to find an answer to," Nick replied. "We found car window glass in her hair. Did she have a car accident on the day she died?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't think so."
"Can we take a look at her car?"
"...Sure, why not..."
While Greg was taking a look at the car, Nick continued talking with the husband. "Can you tell me how you found her?"
Mr. Thompson kept watching Greg processing the car all the time he was talking to Nick. Occasionally he would look at Nick, but most of the time he had his eyes on Greg. "I told the officer already. When I came home, I saw her lying on the bed. That's it."
"You also told the officer you touched the pill bottle. Why?"
"Did your wife commit suicide and you found her? Probably not, right? I don't know why I did it, I was in shock. I saw the pill bottle and wanted to see how many she took, but all three bottles were empty."
"Three? We only found two bottles."
"Two. Yeah, I mean two."
"Mr. Thompson, it's important you tell us the truth. Did you take one of the bottles?"
"I just said I mean two. What do you want from me, anyway? And what's taking so long? How long does it take to see that this car wasn't in an accident?" he yelled aggressively towards Greg.
"Mr. Thompson, please calm down. We understand you're upset, but we're just trying to do our job," Nick said, trying to calm him down.
"Nick, could you take a look at this?" Greg said from the car.
Nick walked up to him. "You found something?"
"The window on the passenger side was smashed. You see these little glass fragments on the floor and the seat?"
Nick nodded. "But no sign for an accident, right?"
"No, I think someone smashed the window from the outside."
They both looked to where the husband was standing to find he was gone.
"...Where did he go?"
"Mr. Thompson?" Nick went back into the house to see where he went but he was nowhere to be seen. He searched every room for him and didn't find him, so he went back into the garage.
Greg was walking towards the door when Nick entered.
"I couldn't find him..." Nick said, "...Where's the car?"
"There's no one with more bad luck than me..." Greg said with a frown on his face.
"What do you mean?" Nick asked confused.
Greg sighed. "While you were inside looking for him, he came back... With a shotgun in his hands, demanding my camera. He drove off with the car!"
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Nick asked worried.
He nodded. "He took the evidence! We don't even have pictures of the car now!"
"Let's just be glad you're alright. I'll call it in."
"I already did..." Greg said annoyed and disappointed, "What are we gonna do now? I'm sure there's something important about this car, or else he wouldn't have taken it!"
"Calm down, Greg. We'll figure this case out, with or without the car. Maybe they'll find him. He can't be that far!"