Victor Oliver was playing with his three oldest granddaughters in the front yard when Reynolds and Schurman pulled into the driveway.

"Summer, instructed Victor when he saw the two detectives. Take your sisters and go play in the back yard."

With Summer leading the way, the three little girls ran around to the back yard.

"Good morning, Mr. Oliver, greeted Reynolds as he and Schurman got out of the car. We need to speak with Mrs. Romney."

"I told you, said Oliver gruffly. She's to upset to talk to you. Can't you wait until she buries Chaucer"?

Schurman removed two slips of paper from the breast pocket of his jacket and handed them to Oliver.

"Do you know what they are? asked Schurman. They're arrest warrants for you and your daughter for obstruction of justice if you refuse to let us talk to us or she refuses to cooperate. Now where's Mrs. Romney"?

"You two are a real piece of work, said Oliver disgustedly. You can't even give her the privacy to mourn her murdered husband."

"We're the police not the news media, said Reynolds. She has no right to privacy from us during an investigation."

Privately, Schurman and Reynolds sympathized with Victor Oliver, a man who in their minds was only trying to protect his daughter.

They both agreed that in Oliver's shoes, they would do the same thing. Unfortunately, their hands were tied.

The three men stepped into the kitchen through the sliding glass doors, where Candice was fixing lunch for her youngest daughter. 17 month old Winter.

"Candy, said Victor. These two detectives need to talk to you".

"No"! said Candice vehemently as she placed a bowl of spaghetti on the tray of her daughter's high chair.

Schurman handed Candice Romney the arrest warrant, which she took only after he insisted.

"Ma'am, explained Schurman, That allows us to arrest you if you refuse to cooperated with us."

"Arrest me! shrieked Candice. But I don't know anything".

"We just need to ask you a couple of questions," replied Reynolds.

"But I can't tell you anything," replied Candice, handing her daughter a sippy cup filled with apple juice.

"You're answered to our questions could help us more than you know," replied Reynolds.

"Okay, said Candice reluctantly. Lets sit down at the table. Would you like something cold to drink"?

"No thank you," replied Reynolds and Schurman as they sat down at the table.

"Cookie, Mommy," said Winter.

"After you eat your lunch, said Candice gently but firmly to her daughter. Now, what can I do for you gentlemen"?

"Was your husband having an affair"? asked Reynolds.

Candice was somewhat taken aback by his question.