Hank sits, but then takes a moment to realize that Abner isn't. He's just standing there, looking like a guard at some palace gates, marred face and all.

Hank clears his throat and gestures at a seat. "You too," he adds, just in case Abner isn't sure.

"Mrs. DePleur, did your husband have any enemies that he spoke to you about."

"No," she responds. "I rarely see- saw him anymore. He barely comes home, and when he was home, he spent most time with his daughter. He-"

She hesitates, frowning. "He wasn't the best husband, but he was good father. A great father. I hate that this happened to him. She doesn't even realize that he's not coming home yet. She doesn't get it."

Hank looks around idly as she talks. The only significant details he's finding immediately is that there are two still three places from around the table that morning.