Catherine: So Jason and whoever killed him were out in the woods blowing up a safe?
Ray: Which suggests that they were planning a good old fashioned robbery.
Catherine: You know that my dad was a casino boss, right? Every few weeks he had to collect the revenue from all of his low-end, low-volume operations. Nickel slots from bars, mini-marts, grocery store keno, that kind of thing. And we're not talking small potatoes, either. A quarter mil, easy, even on a bad month. An armored truck would go around town making the pick-ups. But when they were done, the bank would be closed. So they would drive to Sam's business office, where he kept a big ol' vault in a room all by itself. Sam loved showing it off to me as the sacks of coin and bricks of cash went into it. Anyway, the money would go into the vault and stay there until the next morning when the armored car guys would return and take it to the bank. I think we need to find out if there's a safe on the premises.