“I told you. Mr. Taylor did not commit suicide. Someone murdered and put him there. I want to get to the bottom of that.”
not“Cool,” Ellwood said, closing his laptop, and gathered up his garbage.
“Okay, but this had better be it,” Brett sighed. “I"d like to go home at some point today and crash before I work tonight.”
“Fine. Could we use just one vehicle? I don"t want us to be obvious when we drive back there, all three of in two cars.” Of course mine was still parked at the college.
“We can use mine,” Ellwood offered.
“That old bomb?” Brett scoffed gathering up our mess and putting it all back on the tray.
“It may look bad on the outside, but the engine works,” Ellwood claimed, shoving his laptop into his backpack.
“Let"s use his car,” I said, getting up out of the booth.
“If it s
