Tom Clayton

And I think her mind was trying to work through it and figure out, what did I just see?

Do you remember what the thing looked like that he was hitting on you with?

How did the driver leave?

Have you seen anybody wear that mask before?

Everything was just like daddy.

And then she looks at me, she goes, but it couldn't have been daddy because then who would take care of us?

I knew at that time, obviously, but she needed to be with family when she learned that, not with police officers.

His mind was not into poker, you could tell.

He was doing a lot of texting on his phone.

The next morning, in the six o'clock range, there's someone knocking at the door.

And he says, you had a poker game last night?

I says, yes.

He says, a guy that you know as Hockey Puck was here, Tom Clayton?

I go, yes, he was.

And then he says,

Tom went home last night and found his wife murdered.

And I said, there's no way Tom could do anything like this.

I said, there's no possible way.

I said, you're looking at the wrong guy.

And she's yelling at me, God, look at my phone.