"I know, I know..." Hank gestures at her, a quieting thing. "I know it's hard to believe, but I don't worry much about my quota. I worry about giving results that are airtight. If you're sure that she didn't do anything, then you have nothing to worry about. I'm a- I was a parent, too." He corrects himself, creating an aching pain in his chest.

"I wouldn't want her to be left alone, by either of you."

It's a rough sentiment, but he can clearly see between the lines at this point. The women were, if not in love, if not lovers, at the very least considered each other family. They both loved the little girl, still making dialog between her girlishly decorated army men at the table. Some soap opera worthy drama happening in the background in a pitched voice.

"But I also need some more answers. I've asked about your husband's enemies. Did you know some of his closer friends that wouldn't be in his department."

Still anxious, still watery-eyed, she nods and goes to retrieve his little black book. It's just a list of names and addresses, but it might be chances for Abner here to hear more women speak.

As she goes, though, Hank does watch Dotty sadly for a moment, before schooling his look to write some things down in his tablet.