Detective Rick Sanders

I went to his house again. There is something bubbling under the surface here that I can’t quite put my finger on. All those disappearances that occurred. Are they here?
He’s an intense guy, he stares at you when you’re talking. The house is big and open. The garden runs for miles. He must get lonely living here.
I knew he’s in a position of authority. I could get stricken off at any minute. I left after 15 minutes due to the unbearable tension. Everything looks pretty clean but my gut instinct tells me something else is going on here.
It reminds me of the Remming case a few years back. A maniac on the loose from a mental institute kills 5 people, but when you talked to the guy it was impossible to get anything from him. He could walk down the street and no-one would even look at him. I can see it happening again. What am I going to do?
I swear if I don’t get this one, I’ll quit.