127 Descend on His House (1/2)

So far, his shoulder was still slightly stiff and he was glancing at the bored Nash quite often.

”Yes, very typical. I was only eating snacks and composing at the time.” He looked at Nash with a pleading look to understand. How fascinating. Though he was being questioned by me, he wanted reassurance from Nash.

I looked towards the man and could see that his bored expression could induce anxiety and need to explain more. In reality, Nash was probably not doing this on purpose, he was just tired from a long week of work.

”Do you have any questions for me before…” I trailed off, looking at him curiously.

He thought about it for a moment. ”Why am I under suspicion?” he asked finally. ”Is it just my relationship with her?”

Nash stepped in. ”Yes, that is one of the big reasons,” he began. ”Your situation is unique. That is why we had a search warrant for your house and your car. Because we needed to make sure we covered all our bases due to your relationship with the victim.”

”Yeah, it could exonerate you pretty quickly,” I added after Nash was done explaining. ”Do you like living in this city? You used to live in the capital before, didn't you?” I gave him a small smile.

”It's alright,” he shrugged.

”Did you meet your wife here?”

”No, no. We knew each other in high school and reconnected at university. We moved to this city together,” his voice was measured but still warm as he spoke about her.

”Do you have any questions, Nash?” I asked quickly.

”Yeah!” he chirped, bouncing his leg. ”You mentioned that the whole day of the crime you were at home, composing, right? Do you specifically remember that?”

”Yeah!” McCain said confidently.

”Is it just between the time period we are asking about or the whole day?”

”Literally all day. At the moment, apart from composing, I am not hanging out with too many people. My wife and the girl I talk to are probably the only people in contact with me. Both of them were busy or out of town. So…” he trailed off.

”Did you go cruise through the town or anything?” Nash asked, sounding confused.

”I might have done it before, but people recognize me easily when I am on the street,” he explained softly.

That they did. But people were also blissfully ignorant about everything around them. Which was what he must have been banking on, of course.

”Did you go out to eat or anything? Buy snacks maybe?” Nash prompted.

”No, I didn't go to eat or buy snacks.” Very confident answer.

He explained the three other models and then stopped. ”Will you be searching those as well?” He didn't seem bothered by that, though. Like he had cleaned everything down and we couldn't find a single clue.

”We might. Would you have a problem with that?” I asked.

”Not at all!” he said quickly.

”Are the cars used only by you or does someone else use them too?” I asked.

McCain didn't understand what we were asking.

”The girl you are talking to, does she have access to your cars? Did she take one of them when she went out of town?” Nash explained softly.

”My manager has access to my cars, but no one else.” McCain stared at the two of us. ”The girl I am talking to took her friend's car for the visit.” He licked his lips as he thought about what to say next. ”Primarily, I drive the car you searched, the others are pretty much for show and special occasions.”

”The vast majority of the time when you are doing errands or something, you take that car?”

”Yeah. Exactly,” he said with a smile.

There was a long silence as I wrote on my notepad.

”You know we didn't bring you all the way here to talk about your compositions,” Nash sat up and approached him cautiously.

”Yup,” McCain responded.

”Then why did you think we brought you here?” he asked.

”Because… I am the closest person to the victim. The one with the strained relationship,” he amended quickly.

”And that is why I am asking you, who can attest to your whereabouts on that night?” The emphasis was on exonerating McCain from suspicion. This was the possibility given to him.

McCain was silent. ”Were you inside your house? Or did you go out and drive through the city?” Nash asked again. No answer. ”So, did you take your car out that night?”

He shook his head.

”Okay. How many sets of keys do you have to that car?” Nash changed his approach.