The women looked up from her bench as Charles approached her, sobbing about the murder. "No, I'm unharmed...but I've seen those men before. That man, he was arguing with the other man...and then...he just blew up into the sky. I'm...sure he was wearing something with a camo pattern when he ran off, but that's not of much help since you've just captured him. All I know is that he always works with his father at the market, so if he was planning that bomb, then the only safe place to store those parts would be at that decrepit market." While she confessed about what she saw, Jones gathered all of the parts of the body, took his ID Card, double checking to see if he fought in the Vietnam War before sending it to the PD in a body bag. "He never liked our bank, that man...but I must admit that the death of his own father...maybe his father liked our bank and opposed his hatred?" she asked, proposing a possible motive for him. "If you'll ever need to contact me, I work at Greene Banking on Main Street, just ask for my name at the front desk."