Chapter 8

“It sounds as if you have the perfect neighborhood,” the detective commented.

“It is. Or, I guess, it was until someone killed Jake. I take it, from your questions that he didn’t actually come home to find a burglar in his house.”

“No.”

“And that’s all the answer I get,” I replied.

“It is. Thank you for talking with me.” He stood, closing his notebook. “I’m sure I’ll be back with more questions within the next day or two.”

I smiled dryly. “I’m sure you will.”