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friend. "This is Detective Al Brocchini," Evers interrupted. Looking down at the detective, Scott nodded, but expressed no outward concern.
    "I'd like you to walk me through the house and point out anything that looks out of place," Brocchini said. As he led them up the concrete driveway, Brocchini noted that Scott Peterson didn't appear particularly worried.
    Once inside, Brocchini immediately checked the home's entrances and exits. While nothing seemed amiss, he too was getting a bad vibe from the husband. He knew the feeling. His gut was telling him to slow down and pay close attention.
    "This type of investigation has many different aspects," Brocchini told Scott as the three men strode across the shiny wood floors to the master bedroom. "There are officers canvassing the neighborhood and the park in search of your wife, but it's my job to interview you as the last person to see Laci alive.
    "It's going to be uncomfortable for you because I have to ask difficult questions about your relationship with your wife," he continued. "It's been my experience that you'll end up not liking me very much. Keep in mind, I'm only doing my job."
    "I understand," Scott nodded, agreeing to cooperate in "every way."
    Brocchini sensed otherwise. Normally, police would wait at least twenty-four to forty-eight hours before initiating a full investigation in a missing person case, but Brocchini's instinct wouldn't let him wait. What he saw next, as he entered the bedroom, confirmed his feelings. A fluffy white comforter had been pulled up over the pillows, in what looked like an attempt to tidy the bed. Yet, at the foot of the bed, where one would normally fold back the covers, Brocchini noticed an indentation that spanned the width of the bed, as though a body had been laid out there. The detective did not note his observation in a police report, but a crime scene photographer later captured the suspicious impression on film.
    "There's her purse," Evers announced, pointing to the blue handbag on the hook behind some scarves. "Her stuff is in there." Scott watched as the detective verified its contents. It was clear that Laci would not have left home voluntarily without her pocketbook.
    The officers followed Scott across the hall to what appeared to be a guest room and secondary work space for Scott and Laci. The room had a double bed covered by a light blue blanket and a generic-looking desk, file cabinet, and bookshelves.
    On the desk, next to two laptop computers, Brocchini spied an open pocket knife. On the floor, in front of a partially open closet, was a blue Nike duffle bag. It was unzipped and part of a green rain jacket was poking out.
    "Did you take something from that bag?" Brocchini asked.
    Scott said he'd removed a pair of white tennis shoes and placed them on the dining room wet bar before leaving for his fishing expedition that morning.
    Brocchini noticed an open space on the top shelf of the closet where it appeared the bag had come from. A second duffle bag, which had apparently fallen off the top shelf, was resting on the clothing rack between the top shelf and the closet wall. It looked as though the second duffle bag had fallen when the Nike bag was taken down. When questioned about the bag's location, Scott claimed he was just "sloppy."
    In another closet, the detectives found several rifles.
    "Do you own any handguns?" Brocchini asked.
    Scott said he owned a Clock, but it had been stolen from his car a few years earlier. "I've got a second handgun, a Llama .22-caliber that I've owned since before my eighteenth birthday. I normally keep it in the desk in the spare bedroom, but for the last month I've been keeping it in the glove box of my truck, since my last pheasant-hunting trip about a month ago. It's loaded with ammo."
    Trailing Scott to the TV room/den that now occupied the converted garage, Brocchini noticed a washroom partially hidden behind bifold doors. He paused to examine a stack of stained white towels heaped on