basically they know where your wife's body is and they're not telling you as a tactic to get you to confess? yet neither of them has come out and told you that you're a suspect. is that what you're trying to say?
a little? try unbelievably.
trevor barring the more outrageous aspects of your claim you are not the only widower the police have questioned when foul play is suspected.
and as far as hiding a body goes? i find it hard to believe even the dirtiest of cops would keep a victim's remains hidden simply to get someone to confess. it's absolutely preposterous. now i'm not saying i don't believe you, i'm. ambiguous. there's quite alot of money behind all this.
rosie can you bring in the gooding papers?
in the vicinity of eight million four hundred fifty thousand. or is it sixty-
well they'd have to prove it in a court of law for one thing-
seeing you were her sole benefactor, and i'm the executive of the will, kirsty's entire estate would have to be donated to the city.
pardon my glibness trevor but you sound like a raving lunatic. the next time you seek counsel it should be of the psychiatric type. you're obviously on the verge of some nervous collapse.
i never thought your late wife was the sharpest knife in the drawer. but marrying you was the dumbest thing she ever did!
looking for someone, kirsty?
daisy is getting so big. i still can't believe he was her father.
i've always wanted to go to madagascar.
they're called flying lemurs.
taxi!
after you my dear.
airport please.