He was so distraught that the sheriff had to set him down and give him a drink before he could speak. The sheriff waited patiently for him to become calm enough to question.
“I understand that your wife is missing, Mr. Wilson. Do you feel like you can talk about it now?”
Without even looking up, Wilson nodded, and the sheriff continued.
“Tell me what happened.”
“She is gone. I don’t know where she is.”
“Give me a description of your wife. What does she look like?”
“She’s purty,” Wilson sniveled.
“Yes, I know, but describe her. How tall is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“What was she wearing?”
“I don’t remember.”
“How much does she weigh?”
“She’d kill me if I’d ever asked her.”
“What color was her hair?”
“I dunno. It changes every month.”
“Was anyone with her when she left?”
“No, she left alone,” Wilson said between sobs.
“Ok, ok…describe the car she left in.”
Sobbing harder, Wilson said, “She warn’t driving no car. She left in my truck.”
“Can you describe the truck for me?”
“It was a Ford F150 with oversized tires and mag wheels, candy apple red with Moave leather adjustable seats, a 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine and stick shift, heated seats, and a white custom-built camper with a gun rack on the back.”
Wilson was openly sobbing now. The sheriff stood up, patted him on the back and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wilson, we’ll get your truck back.”
“I understand that your wife is missing, Mr. Wilson. Do you feel like you can talk about it now?”
Without even looking up, Wilson nodded, and the sheriff continued.
“Tell me what happened.”
“She is gone. I don’t know where she is.”
“Give me a description of your wife. What does she look like?”
“She’s purty,” Wilson sniveled.
“Yes, I know, but describe her. How tall is she?”
“I don’t know.”
“What was she wearing?”
“I don’t remember.”
“How much does she weigh?”
“She’d kill me if I’d ever asked her.”
“What color was her hair?”
“I dunno. It changes every month.”
“Was anyone with her when she left?”
“No, she left alone,” Wilson said between sobs.
“Ok, ok…describe the car she left in.”
Sobbing harder, Wilson said, “She warn’t driving no car. She left in my truck.”
“Can you describe the truck for me?”
“It was a Ford F150 with oversized tires and mag wheels, candy apple red with Moave leather adjustable seats, a 3.5-liter EcoBoost V6 engine and stick shift, heated seats, and a white custom-built camper with a gun rack on the back.”
Wilson was openly sobbing now. The sheriff stood up, patted him on the back and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wilson, we’ll get your truck back.”
