I walk into the investigation room. The suspect is in clear emotional distress; crying. I begin, “Hello Allen, I’m officer Jeb Pyre”. Bill walks in, “Here’s my partner Bill Taba. You know, we’ve got to ask you a couple of questions if that’s all right”.
Taba is sitting in the corner of the room, observing from a distance. The suspect responds with a silent nod. “Okay great. When was the last time you saw your wife and daughter … alive? ” I inquired.
“I … I didn’t do this” Allen responds wearily.
“You’ve shared that, now can you tell me when you’ve seen them last” I insist.
Allen responds with an expression of defeat, “Yeah, uh, this morning, before the sun came up. I then headed off to work, and haven’t seen them since”.
I then inquire, “What kind of work do you do?”
He simply responds, “I work in construction, tiling”.
“Could I give your boss a ring, just to get the time confirmed?” I further our discussion.
“I … I work for myself”, Allen expresses
“Oh, okay. I see”.
Bill Taba entern, clearly frustrated by the beating around the bush. “You know what son, you could just make this reel simple”, says as he takes a seat at the inquiry table.
I see the look of despair appear in Allen’s face, as he understands how suspicious it all sounds …“That’s alright Allen, people work alone, people work alone.”
“Sure”, Taba retorts.
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After a couple more questions and remarks, Allen says, “You know what, I don’t know. I can’t think straight right now”. There’s a moment of silence, “can I change my clothes, please … please” he expresses as he bursts into tears.
He’s still wearing the blood stained clothes. Taba responds, “No, sorry, not quite yet”.
Allen continues, “Please find the rest of my family. My parents, brothers, their wives, and kids”.
Bill Taba injects, “Why would I have to find them all?”
“If there is someone out there hunting my family you know … they could … they could be in trouble too”, Allen mumbles with a plea in his eyes.
I respond, “Give us their addresses, we’ll do safety checks right now”.
“I don’t know their addresses”
“You don’t know where your own brothers live?” I respond quickly.
“No, they moved” … “Ron moved, Dan moved, I’m not lying to you sir please”.
Taba furthers the inquiry, “And, who would want to hunt them down?” expressed with an ere of suspicion.
“Well, umm, for the past year or more, there have been men … odd men with beards around my family …”
“Like vagrants?!” Taba injects, “No, not vagrants, like Book of Mormon prophets. Please help me find my family”, Allen concludes.
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