I went to the job. I did the job, ate at the diner, slept at the motel. I'm sure they can give you a better timeline than I can. Do I need a lawyer? Am I accused of anything?
My wife is lying in the morgue, for God's sake. One of the feds spoke up. No one is suspecting you of anything as yet. If you feel you need a lawyer, we'll stop and make it more formal. Judging from your reaction, there's a lot more at play here than you realize.
We'll have all the bodies identified by tomorrow, but we got a lot of information from running the tags. Once we get verification, we'll proceed. My blood pressure spiked, alarms went off, and the nurse threw them all out. Hal showed up by himself the next morning, picking me up and taking me to the station, where I was interviewed again. The feds were asking random, unconnected questions, and I felt like they were fishing.
My temper finally got the best of me. You know what? you guys. You're handy with questions, but don't like to give answers. So, charge me with something or cut me loose. I'm done talking now.
Keep it up and lawyers get involved. I may release a statement to the press expressing my disappointment over the harassment I'm getting from authorities while my wife is laying in the morgue. There were a few minutes and a lot of side eye glances. I finally got up and one of the feds asked me to sit back down. We've identified all the bodies.
One, unfortunately, is your wife. It appears she was shot, as was one of the men in the hallway. The other, and the man in the living room, seems to have died in the fire. None of this makes sense. If two weren't shot, why didn't they exit the house?
One of the SBI took over. Your house was deliberately set on fire, and the living room was ground zero. We're pretty sure they used some type of accelerant, but the analysis isn't complete yet. Do you know who Zeb Burns is? He's the senator, isn't he?