Don't let her find out. Who was her? Was she the same person the clown man at the police station was referring to during his call? Was it Chloe? But how was Detective Palmer involved in all of this?
Chauffeur Ethen couldn't come up to my apartment right away because of an "important" phone call to Chloe. Minutes later, he was dead. Maybe it was all connected, but if so, I didn't see how yet.
However, the partial footprint in the melted chocolate could've belonged to anyone, including Detective Palmer. The person who might have pushed Chloe out a third-story window at the police station could've been anyone, including Detective Palmer. It was crazy to think it, but I'd already thought it and now it was stuck in my mind like a stubborn burweed.
Dad joined me on the front step outside the waiting area door. "I don't suppose you could give your dear old dad a ride home, could you? I don't think I could answer any more questions if I tried."