Unidentified Interviewee

And I was fascinated by it. One of those guys he was talking with knew of a rich man, a shipbuilder, who had Edvard Munch lithographs hanging in his house.

And I was fascinated by it. One of those guys he was talking with knew of a rich man, a shipbuilder, who had Edvard Munch lithographs hanging in his house.

He calls for his mother throughout the rest of the day. Never once saw her, never heard from her. And he said upon nightfall, he gave up trying to search for her, and he went to sleep and then drifted through the Atlantic Ocean until he was located.

He calls for his mother throughout the rest of the day. Never once saw her, never heard from her. And he said upon nightfall, he gave up trying to search for her, and he went to sleep and then drifted through the Atlantic Ocean until he was located.

So let's get back to your mother. You talk to her all the time. You go out fishing twice a week. How would you describe your relationship with her? Is it good? I don't see the relevance to this particular incident here. I concur. I think this interview is over. Thank you. I think I'm tired. Thank you.

So let's get back to your mother. You talk to her all the time. You go out fishing twice a week. How would you describe your relationship with her? Is it good? I don't see the relevance to this particular incident here. I concur. I think this interview is over. Thank you. I think I'm tired. Thank you.

After the interview is over, from our perspective, we're like, OK, this isn't just a missing persons investigation. We may be dealing with maybe a homicide.

After the interview is over, from our perspective, we're like, OK, this isn't just a missing persons investigation. We may be dealing with maybe a homicide.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

Where's my mother? She would never, ever leave her children.

He was on his way over to me again and I didn't want to be beat anymore that night. He took the glass and he threw it and it shattered on my face. Abuse is a secret.

He was on his way over to me again and I didn't want to be beat anymore that night. He took the glass and he threw it and it shattered on my face. Abuse is a secret.

He was on his way over to me again and I didn't want to be beat anymore that night. He took the glass and he threw it and it shattered on my face. Abuse is a secret.