"I know I bring out the dead in people," I blurted to my old friend Detective Palmer as soon as he arrived, "but I didn't even know my dad had a chauffeur. I had nothing to do with his death, I promise."
We stood outside Sunray's amid flashing lights, yellow police tape, and a ton of unanswered questions. But for once, maybe for twice, the detective didn't look at me like one of the usual suspects. Definitely an odd experience, to say the least, even now after all we'd been through.
Chauffeur Ethen had already been declared dead at the scene. Another death in Belle's Cove. Whether this one was a murder or an accident, I was beginning to think the people here needed more hugs or something.
The tow company wouldn't arrive until morning for the limo. Luckily, the damage to Sunray's was just a slightly bent-up garage door, but that was something insurance was for.
The detective nodded as he shut his Jeep door. "I believe you."