Chapter 6
Monday morning, as they were eating breakfast, Myles said, “We have to figure out who killed the Newells.”
“Excuse me? Why do we have to do that? It’s the cops’ job, not ours.”
“I know, but I was thinking.”
“Oh, God.”
Myles flipped him off before continuing. “To be honest, your…okay, he’s not your detective anymore. Detective Sands is going to settle for the easy answer. That the Newells walked in on a burglary in process and were killed because they did.”
“Probably, although he did say he questioned why it happened in their bedroom, if it was a burglar who killed them.”
“I’m sure he’ll come up with an answer that sounds logical, so he can close the file,” Myles replied dryly. He took another bite of his scrambled eggs. “Personally, I’m not buying that explanation.”
“Me,
