“Hank, do you think he's telling the truth?” Lucy asks. “No, not one bit of it.” He says with determination. They enter Amy's room and sees she's drying her hair since she just got out of the shower. “I must apologize for my appearance, Quincy threw up on me and I just had to take a shower as soon as possible.” Amy says sincerely. “Do you know where your husband was last night?” Hank asks bluntly. “Y- yes. He was here with me.” Hank sighs and stands up. “Sorry for bothering you, Amy.” Lucy follows him outside, “She'd lie for him no matter what, wouldn't she?” Lucy nods her head and looks at the ground. 

“Tsk, typical neglected wife.” Hank says coldly as he searches the fridge for booze. He downs a beer but stops when he sees Lucy backing away from him. “What? You don't like it when people drink?” Hank asks as he sets it down. “I.., I um it's ok. I don't mind.” She tries to explain. 

He gently puts the bottle down and sighs, “it's ok, I don't need it anyways. Imma quit it in fact.” Lucy looks at him with doe-like eyes. “Are you sure? You don't have to. Amy self medicates sometimes too. I just hide them sometimes so she doesn't have too much.” Hank raises an eyebrow, “Interesting.” Lucy smiles innocently. 

Soon they go to the kitchen and start to question the Butler. “Where were you last night around the time of murder?” Hank asked coldly. “I was in here, cleaning up a blasted stain that WON'T come out!” The Butler whined as he continued to scrub the wall clean of the grease stain the Chef left behind. Hank looks at him with annoyance, Lucy giggles but tries her best not to make it noticeable. 

“Sir, this is a serious matter and-” Hank stops himself when he sees the Butler isn't listening and is just cleaning, with a swift tug on the Butler's arm. “Stop cleaning for a second and listen, man!” Hank demanded. The Butler rolled his eyes and got annoyed, “It's my job to clean, and thanks to that killer I have more messes to clean: blood from the Egyptian cotton sheets, and possibly other fluids those two left behind; and vomit from that big buffoon left on the floor! Now then, you get back to your job and I'll get back to mine.” He fussed.

Hank let him go and walked away. “Is it just me, or is he a clean freak?” Hank asked Lucy. “Or a workaholic.” Lucy added. Hank chuckles and shakes his head, “I could never.” He says to lighten the mood.