I just want to tell you a little story. There was a woman who loved her detective husband very much. Every thursday night they would go out to dinner when he got back from work. One thursday night her husband came home and said he was too tired to go out to eat.
"Let me cook you some dinner" the loving wife said.
The man refused to let her make dinner. After telling her no many times, he sat her down and told her that he wanted a divorce. The woman was devastated. She wanted to keep herself busy.
"I'll go cook us some dinner" she said as she walked away. As the loving wife was preparing the dish, she had an idea. She grabbed the giant, stone cold, rack of lamb she was going to make for dinner and walked behind her husband before bashing him on the head with it. He died instantly. "Oh dear" she whispered, "I need to cover my tracks," knowing that her husband's detective friends would be able to tell she did it. The woman took the stone cold rack of lamb and stuck it in the oven, grabbed her purse and went to the store.
"Excuse me sir," she said to an employee, "My husband is too tired to go out to eat tonight so I wanted to cook him something special. What vegetables do you think would go very well with lamb? I love him very much and I want to make him feel good tonight."
The man suggested some vegetables, checked her out, and sent her on her way.
When the wife returned home, she called the police saying "Oh no! My husband is dead, help, help, he was murdered!"
The police and her husband's detective friends showed up at the house. While they were investigating, the woman kept cooking the food. The detectives asked her where she was when the murdered, and she explained she was at the store. The detectives went and asked the store employee, and of course her alibi checked out! They returned home and told her that her story made sense.
"Guys, I couldn't possibly eat all of this dinner by myself. I know that if my husband were still alive, he would want his friends to leave the home feeling full and relaxed," she told the detectives.
They obliged and sat at the table while the wife took the cooked rack of lamb out of the oven and put it on their plates.
"Man, the murder weapon must have been a huge piece of hard material, like metal," one detective said.
"Yeah, it couldn't have gone far," said another.
"It must be on the premises! It's probably right under our noses," a detective exclaimed as he took a bite of the rack of lamb.
A woman's laugh is heard in the distance.