A policeman walked up to us. “Was this your car, sir?”
Iain ran a hand through his hair. “It was a rental.”
“And when did you pick it up?”
Something still didn’t add up. I let the paramedic look at my wrist as Iain answered the policeman’s questions. No, he hadn’t let anyone else have the keys to the car, no he hadn’t valet parked it anywhere, yes, the rental place would know the history of the vehicle better than he would, yes, he had called ahead and requested a luxury vehicle…
I started, and the EMT apologized for jarring my wrist.
“No, it wasn’t you,” I told the earnest young man.
“Well, you should put some ice on it. It’s swelling.”
I nodded but was too busy following my own train of thought to hear him. There had been a noise outside the window, a noise I’d heard before. It wa
