Chapter 91

While we waited for Mr. Sh - I mean Detective Palmer - Chloe tapped her pink high heels in a fast rhythm against the tile floor. I, on the other hand, sat perfectly relaxed while I Googled her on my phone. It wasn't the first time. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last.

None of her five former husbands had died unexpectedly, so that was good. Yep. Five. From what I could gather, she kept chauffeurs around longer than most of her husbands. One had worked for her for fifteen years and then had retired to Florida. Another had struck it rich in the stock market. So what was it about Chauffeur Ethen that had gotten him killed? And why didn't Chloe seem all that upset about his death?

"... Fox?" a deep voice called from across the hall.

I was only half paying attention, so I said, "Yes" at the same time as Chloe.

She shot me a withering look then blinked up innocently at Detective Palmer. "I'm Mrs. Fox. I don't know who she thinks she is."