Luke took out a photo of the deceased. "Do you recognize him?"
Yovon carefully examined the photo. "I've never seen him before. Is he the one who was murdered?"
"Yes, the night before last, this man was shot to death in his own car. We are now investigating this case."
"What does that have to do with me? I don't even know him. Why would you search my car? He surely wasn't killed in my car, was he?"
"No, he died in his own Mercedes, but Shirley was also at the scene when he died."
"So, you suspect my wife is the murderer?" Yovon scoffed, "That's ridiculous.
She doesn't even have a gun, nor does she know where the safety is. How could she possibly kill someone?"
"At the time of the victim's death, Shirley was also in that car, and she is the only eyewitness the police have found so far. Moreover, we do not consider her a suspect, as she too was a victim."
"Wait, you're saying my wife was a victim too?" Yovon looked concerned,
