With Libby's Mom
Korsak: We'd like to talk to you about your daughter.
Mrs.Tibbets: Why weren't you interested in what I had to say 20 years ago?
Frost: I see you brought some photos.
Is that Libby and Jonathan?
Mrs.Tibbets: Yes, that's Libby and Jonathan at her store, "Libby's doll house and tea room." Jonathan loved it there.
Korsak: Is that-what do you call them?
Mrs.Tibbets: A scrunchie, yeah. Libby gave them out as party favors. Those were happy days.
Frost: Mrs. Tibbets, we've asked you here -
Mrs.Tibbets: My Libby didn't run off. Not that I'd blame her, the way Artie treated her.
Korsak: Artie was abusive?
Mrs.Tibbets: He was nice as pie at first. But then after they were married, she started wearing long-sleeve shirts to the shop to hide the bruises. Made excuses for how clumsy she was. My daughter never would have left Jonathan behind with that monster. I kept the shop going until he took Jonathan, and he locked him up in that horrible place. Oh. These are love letters my daughter sent to Artie. I saved them. Libby kissed the envelopes. I thought you might want her DNA. I watch a lot of crime shows.
Korsak: Thank you, Mrs.Tibbets.
With Artie in Interrogation
Nina: Twelve excessive complaints, all involving you using a nightstick.
Korsak: Liked to use it at home, too, didn't you?
Artie: You're pissing in the wind, Korsak. You got no weapon, no motive, no DNA.
Nina: We've got a bloody piece of white-ash wood that I'll bet came from your nightstick.
Korsak: You're a betting man, right, Artie? Would you like to also bet that blood came from your missing wife?
Artie: Well, if you got that on me, I'd be in cuffs instead of listening to your bullshit. You gonna arrest me? That's what I thought.
He walks out.
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