Joel Fisher is the elder son of Wayne Fisher.
Detectives Armstrong and Murphy asked him to come into the station to talk to them.
- Detective T. Armstrong
- Detective S. Murphy
- Joel Fisher
Detective Armstrong: Thanks for agreeing to see us today.
Detective Murphy: Our condolences for your loss.
Joel Fisher: How can I help you?
Detective Armstrong: For starters, we'll need your name and address.
Joel Fisher: Joel Jackson Fisher, 2109 Harris Drive, Oxford.
Detective Murphy: Where do you work?
Joel Fisher: The university library, but just part-time.
Detective Murphy: Are you married?
Joel Fisher: Yes.
Detective Murphy: Do you have children?
Joel Fisher: Yes, my son, Charlie. He's five now.
Detective Armstrong: I understand you're Wayne Fisher's son.
Joel Fisher: Yes.
Detective Armstrong: Did he live here in town?
Joel Fisher: I don't know.
Detective Armstrong: You don't know?
Joel Fisher: No. We didn't speak.
Detective Armstrong: How often did you see him?
Joel Fisher: Never. We didn't keep in touch.
Detective Armstrong: You didn't know where he lived?
Joel Fisher: No. I heard he was here in town, but that's it.
Detective Armstrong: How did you hear that?
Joel Fisher: My mom. She's still in touch with my brother. She said he worked with my father.
Detective Murphy: What's your brother's name?
Joel Fisher: Ned Fisher.
Detective Murphy: Where does he live?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. I guess he was here with my father, but that's just a guess.
Detective Murphy: How often did you see Ned?
Joel Fisher: Never.
Detective Armstrong: Why never?
Joel Fisher: Mom and my father divorced, and Ned and I pretty much took sides. My father was a bastard, but I guess Ned didn't see it that way.
Detective Armstrong: A bastard in what way?
Joel Fisher: He had a criminal record. You have to know that already. He wasn't a nice guy. Didn't give a damn about us or Mom.
Detective Armstrong: When was this?
Joel Fisher: Way back. Before high school. They got divorced in … it must've been 2002. I haven't talked with him much since then. He moved out, and I never wanted to see him again.
Detective Armstrong: What about Ned? When was the last time you saw him?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. College, I guess. I would go home, and he'd be there. We didn't get along. He's just like my father—lazy. He took advantage of Mom. She kicked him out ten years ago now, I guess, maybe more. That was it.
Detective Murphy: What's your mother's name?
Joel Fisher: Christine Fisher. Do you have to bother her with this? It'll just upset her.
Detective Murphy: I'm afraid so. Where does she live?
Joel Fisher: Pontotoc. I can give you her number if you want.
Detective Murphy: That'd be helpful once we're done.
Detective Armstrong: You seem pretty angry at your father and brother.
Joel Fisher: It's something I'm working on. Therapy. My wife asked me to do it, but you know what they say—childhood experiences are indelible. I guess I've been mad at my father all my life. I'm just not ready to forgive all that, especially being a dad myself. I would do anything for my son. I can't understand people who don't.
Detective Armstrong: Maybe your father thought what he was doing was best for the family.
Joel Fisher: I doubt that occurred to him.
Detective Armstrong: Why do you say that?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. I'm just guessing. He wasn't around enough for me to know.
Detective Murphy: Mr. Fisher, who is Robert Pruitt?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. Or … isn't he the other guy? I thought I heard it on the news. The other guy who was shot?
Detective Murphy: Did you know him?
Joel Fisher: No.
Detective Murphy: Did Delia know him?
Joel Fisher: No, not that I know of.
Detective Murphy: Why would your father be in Mr. Pruitt's house?
Joel Fisher: I have no idea.
Detective Murphy: Who is Vanessa Pruitt?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. Related to the other dead guy, I guess?
Detective Armstrong: What line of work were your father and brother in?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. I told Mom I didn't want to hear anything about it, and I never saw them here. I'm sorry. I guess I must seem uncooperative, but that's not my intent—honest. I truly do not know what they were doing. I never wanted to talk to them again.
Detective Armstrong: What were you doing this past Friday?
Joel Fisher: Friday? Delia and Charlie went to the street party. I hate that kind of thing, but she loves it, and Charlie wanted to go. I did some work at the Arts Council and then just watched a movie. Pretty quiet.
Detective Armstrong: Was anyone else at the Arts Council?
Joel Fisher: Sure. For a while. A mailing, we were all stuffing envelopes. I stayed later than the rest, though. I'm the one who updates the website, and I had to get it done.
Detective Armstrong: Did you see your father or brother at any time that day?
Joel Fisher: No.
Detective Armstrong: What were they doing that day?
Joel Fisher: I don't know. No kidding, I haven't seen either of them in ten years or more.
Detective Murphy: Who do you think might have killed your father and Mr. Pruitt?
Joel Fisher: I can only imagine. My father was probably involved with all kinds of scum, but I don't know anyone specific.
Detective Murphy: Is there any way you could put us in touch with your brother, Ned?
Joel Fisher: I'm sorry. For your sake, I wish I knew how to find him, but I don't. I'm going to need to pick up Charlie at camp. It ends at 2:00 p.m.
Detective Murphy: Okay. We may need to speak with you again.
Detective Armstrong: For now, we'll take that number for your mother.
Interview ended – 1:27 p.m.