The Tucker resident was a small but cozy unit with a high ceiling. A living room, dining room, kitchen nook, a master bedroom, and a single bathroom with a mixed bathtub and shower. The walls were made of faux marble and embroidered with fake gold, giving it an expensive feeling when the Constables entered. As it was day out, the sunlight bouncing off the polished surfaces made the room bright as fluorescent bulb.

Jenny would take off her shoes, nearly putting them to the side. Jackson would march right in, shoes on. Mr. Tucker led them to the living room space, gesturing them to have a seat on the couches. There were two sets, one was a love seat facing the TV and a single that was placed to the side near the apartment window. As Jenny sat down, she noticed the glass-top coffee table in front of her and her partner.

It has some TV remotes, their rubber buttons worn out to the point where numbers and letters have gone missing. A pair of silver coasters with images of swan couples engraved onto the surface. There was also a pile of newspaper and magazines with the following headlines.

[BODY RECOVERED FROM THE DUKE RIVER, IN SEVEN PIECES!?]

[DISMEMBERED WOMAN DISCOVERED BEHIND THE POST OFFICE! THE SPLITTER STRIKES AGAIN?]

[THREE HEADS FOUND IN TAMPA PARK! SPLITTER’S CHALLENGE TO THE POLICE]

Before Jenny could speak up, Jackson leaned forward with an impressed whistle. “You got yourself a real cozy place. You make a killing at your furniture job? How much is the rent?”

“Jackson! Please!” Jenny would hit her partner in the arm and turned back to the husband, “I apologize, so much, Mr. Tucker. While I take your interview - in private - would you allow Constable Jackson to collect some DNA samples from your wife’s affects?”

“Yes, of course.” The husband would give a weary nod, gesturing a hand, “By all means. If this helps to solve the case, I am willing to cooperate.”

“Thank you so much,” Jenny would nod, then shove Jackson to his feet. With a shrug, the second Constable would wander around, checking the rooms. Jenny adjusted her jean jacket and cleared her throat, a professional air around her. “I understand you wish to know the details of what happened. I will talk to my inspector, and ask for permission to give you as much update as possible.”

Mr. Tucker smiled, a grateful nod, “I really appreciate it officer. You have questions for me? I apologize for before, I am ready to answer.”

Jenny returned the gesture with a light bow. Once Jackson was out of eye and ear shot, she would pluck out a voice recorder from her jacket pocket and hit the record button.

“Mr. Frank Tucker. Please tell me, what happened prior your wife’s disappearance.”

The husband rubbed his jaw, “It, it all started with an argument.”