Never mind that pretty much everyone in the Michaels family had already handled the note. “And you say you got that email from this CC person, when?” he asked. “Yesterday,” I said, scrolling through my phone until I located the email and handed it to him to see. “Exactly forty-five minutes after I got home from the police station.” “All’s well that ends well,” the detective repeated, reading the message. Gerald nodded in seeming agreement. “I told you that CC person was dangerous,” Joyce said. With my car currently at the center of a CSI investigation, any hopes I’d had of speaking to Detective McClarkey out of the earshot of an opinionated audience vanished. I’d barely been able to convince Joyce that a discreet call to the police station was preferable to dialing 911 and having the police cars arrive with sirens a-blazin’.
