He stared at me, waiting for me to say what I actually wanted to. "So, you were cruising around the city alone while your ex-wife was planning a trip with her son and friends. So, I am assuming you were very distressed. Is that correct?"
"Yeah…" McCain pursed his lips. "If I knew who she was meeting that day… even the name of the boyfriend, I would tell you in detail. Whenever it was… I would tell you."
Silence.
"I went to her house and thought about talking to her. And she threw me out a few minutes later."
"So, you went into the house and spoke to her. You said something and she started panicking. She wanted you out of the house, so you left, right?" I confirmed again.
"That's all that happened."
"You said she looked distressed. When you went in and she looked distressed, what did she first tell you?"
He shook his head from side to side. He had already answered this question. He just needed to remember it.
