"So you two had an argument?" Hancock continued asking, his expression cold.
"Y-yes." Roy Collins's voice trembled, choked with sobs. "She was very angry, and then she ran out. I admit I said some pretty nasty things at the time..."
"Did you often have arguments like this? Did your wife often leave home because of them?" Nick continued carefully watching his expression as he questioned him.
Roy Collins was somewhat incoherent. "Uh... more or less, not that often... okay, it has happened several times lately, but she always came home the next day. I thought this time would be the same..."
It sounded reasonable enough, but Hancock had no intention of letting him off just like that. "So you never even planned to go looking for her? She ran off, but you chose to stay home. Can anyone corroborate that? Did you mention it to anyone?"
"No, no. I was waiting for her to come home. She's done this more than once, but she always came home the next day, and then we'd make up, just like before... she always came home..."
Roy Collins gradually grew distracted, as though trying to emphasize something, yet also as though talking to himself. His voice was full of self-reproach.
"Do you think we need to bring him down to the station?" Hancock asked as he stood beside the car.
"Honestly, it doesn't look like the husband did it. Otherwise, with acting like that, he could go to Hollywood." Nick glanced at the man still standing in a daze outside the factory building, shook his head, and opened the car door.
"Shouldn't we have someone watch him?" Hancock was still somewhat reluctant to let it go.
"With his level of income, where do you think he could run?" Nick glanced in the rearview mirror,