"They weren't clues, Mr. Pendleton, they were bullshit. It was all just a fucking game to him." There was an unprofessional level of emotion in his voice now and he didn't bother trying to control it.

"There was nothing you could've done in the end. It was just a sick game for his own amusement, not a real chance." He was starting to get fired up all over again and it was difficult to keep his voice down to a normal level.

"Now, I need to know. The gun, and the phone. Were they there?"