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question. ‘How would you describe your relationship with your wife?’
     
    Yamada looked up - the anger of before once again filling his face. ‘ My relationship? Why’s that important?’
     
    ‘We of course need to eliminate you from the enquiry. It’s all part of the procedure.’
     
    Yamada seemed hardly mollified but answered the question nonetheless. ‘I suppose we are just like any other couple. We work hard, try to save money when we can - you know, the usual.’
     
    Mori was getting quite a clear picture of 'the usual'. It sounded quite bleak, but he recognised it as a fairly typical set-up. He’d noted, of course, that there were no children. He was grateful for that. At least there wasn’t the need to deal with their loss. ‘No Kids, then?’
     
    ‘No. No… we didn’t have any.’
     
    ‘Any your wife was, how old?’
     
    ‘She’s thirty four.’
     
    ‘Right!’ Mori sat back and allowed his mind to drift, although he didn’t really know what he really wanted to think about.   His brain felt rusty as if his approaching cold was slowly grinding his thought processes to a halt. He couldn't seem to get going and much to his chagrin Sakamoto wasn't helping at all. He briefly wondered if the lack of kids had been a problem – a cause of friction between them. ‘Her parents – do you see them often?’ he asked instead.
     
    ‘Not often – about once a month I’d say. We might meet up for a meal, that sort of thing.’
     
    'One more thing, sir, if you don't mind - your sex life, with your wife-'
     
    'What?'
     
    'Your sex life-'
     
    'I heard you. I just can't believe you asked me that with Eri just...' Once more Yamada broke down. It appeared that he was a man of limited resilience, a bit weedy, a bit feeble thought Mori on reflection.
     
    Mori decided that he’d seen and heard enough, at least for the moment. It was clear that Yamada, between his tears, had no light to shine on the whole sorry mess. However, before the two men left they had a quick look around the rest of the house. They asked if she kept a personal journal, she didn’t, and checked to see if she had kept any unusual appointments, she hadn’t. The main bedroom appeared particularly unremarkable. The whole house appeared to be particularly unremarkable. They poked around the cupboards much to Yamada’s consternation but they found nothing of note. They asked if she had her own laptop, PC or ipad, but she didn’t – not unique to her anyway. They left the house with no clues whatsoever as to why she might have been so tragically murdered. As he walked back to the car he couldn’t help thinking that he’d stumbled into yet another indeterminable case where nothing at all seemed obvious.
     
    ‘What do you think about all that, sir?’ he asked Sakamoto not before taking out a packet of cigarettes from his inside jacket pocket and lighting up. ‘There doesn’t seem to be much motive, does there?’
     
    Sakamoto, who’d remained surprisingly silent throughout the whole of the interview considered the question quickly. ‘He’s guilty. It’s obvious to me. He looked deeply uncomfortable in there, especially when you asked about their relationship.’
     
    ‘I suggest we start digging into her life a bit more, sir, before we jump in and charge him. Get the team interviewing her colleagues at work and first thing tomorrow we could start with the family, the brother and parents and see what we can dig up.’
     
    ‘I think you are wasting your time, Sergeant. I’d just get Yamada down to the station and start questioning him thoroughly. Put the squeeze on till the pips begin to squeak.’
     
    ‘You really think-’
     
    ‘Don’t question me Mori. I’m not Inspector Saito!’
     
    ‘No, sir, but all the same I think it appropriate to ask further questions of the immediate circle of work, family and friends, although I’ll instruct the team to bring him in if that’s what you want.’
     
    ‘It’s what