“I rented a house two blocks over and can walk to work.” Morris drew a keychain out of his pocket. “You’re welcome to search my home, off ice, vehicles, or person. I just don’t care.”

“We’ll set that up,” Huck said quietly. “Thank you for cooperating.”

If Morris had been bluffing, he was going to regret his actions. But Laurel didn’t envision him as a killer. “When was the last time you saw your wife?”

He looked down at his hands. “She dropped by the office here on her way out of town. I think she was going to have me served with papers that week, but then we talked, and I don’t know. Something clicked. She said she’d think about us while on her writer’s retreat, and I believed her. In fact, she said it was over with Big Boy.” Morris flushed. “She didn’t call him that. Just said that she’d made a mistake and had ended it with the man she’d been seeing. I thought maybe we had a chance.” Tears filled his eyes. “Now she’s dead.”

Huck shifted on the plastic seat. “Did she indicate how Big Boy took the breakup?”

“No. Just that it was over, and she’d ended it. Said she’d screwed up.” Morris swiped both hands over his eyes, wiping them. “I was just so grateful that they’d ended things that I didn’t ask why. Maybe I thought it was because of me. That she wanted to work on our marriage.” He looked up, his lips drawn tight. “She said she’d think about it. It was the first hope I’d felt in months.”

Huck took the piece of paper with the alibi. “That was very understanding of you. I mean, to want to stay married after she cheated on you.”

Morris’s gaze dropped again. “I loved her.”

Laurel caught movement as his gaze moved to the left. She ran through the conversation. “Did you also commit adultery?”

Morris sniffed. “How did you know that?”

“You’re giving visual cues that you’re hiding something, and that’s the most logical assumption, considering your lack of anger at your wife’s adultery,” Laurel said. There was some anger but not what she’d expect.

Morris winced. “I really screwed up. Once. Got drunk at a conference for accountancy professors, which is my field, and went to bed with an old girlfriend. It was stupid. I was really drunk, Sharon and I had had a fight before I’d left for the weekend, and I regretted it. Told her about it the second I got home, and I thought we were going to be okay. Four months later, she was dating Big Boy.” A snot bubble popped out of his left nostril.

“Who was the woman?” Huck asked.