“The boys and I decided to take a brief timeout. We went hunting.” Paul answers. “I will be right back; I need to empty the truck.”
“Did you have any luck?”
“No, no luck. But we did have a great time.”
Before Paul could walk out to the garage, the doorbell rings. Jessica opens the door and sees two men standing on the porch.
“This is the FBI. Is Paul Richards here? We need to talk with him about his trip to DC.”