The three men stepped into the kitchen through the sliding glass doors, where Candice was fixing lunch for her youngest daughter. 17 month old Winter.

"Candy, said Victor. These two detectives need to talk to you".

"No"! said Candice vehemently as she placed a bowl of spaghetti on the tray of her daughter's high chair.

Schurman handed Candice Romney the arrest warrant, which she took only after he insisted.

"Ma'am, explained Schurman, That allows us to arrest you if you refuse to cooperated with us."

"Arrest me! shrieked Candice. But I don't know anything".

"We just need to ask you a couple of questions," replied Reynolds.

"But I can't tell you anything," replied Candice, handing her daughter a sippy cup filled with apple juice.

"You're answered to our questions could help us more than you know," replied Reynolds.

"Okay, said Candice reluctantly. Lets sit down at the table. Would you like something cold to drink"?

"No thank you," replied Reynolds and Schurman as they sat down at the table.

"Cookie, Mommy," said Winter.

"After you eat your lunch, said Candice gently but firmly to her daughter. Now, what can I do for you gentlemen"?

"Was your husband having an affair"? asked Reynolds.

Candice was somewhat taken aback by his question.

"I doubt it, replied Candice. He seems to have lost all interest in sex after our youngest was born. That's her in the high chair."