Ginny gave Savage an annoyed look. He'd been doing this the whole investigation. She understood he had years on her, and knew quite a bit, but she was finding it very hard to respect the man who had such little respect for others.
She looked over at Richard, recognizing the face. "Richard," she said as professionally as possible. She knew him, well, she'd met him twice in her life and heard of him, and the stiffness seemed somehow fake.
She cleared her throat, "This investigation deals with the events of last Sunday, and we'd appreciate it if you would answer our questions willingly. It would be in your best interest, all things considered."
She really didn't want to mention the decrees, so she went on.
"First, off. Can you tell us where you were on the afternoon and evening of Sunday, April the fifth?"