"Give me a second, okay?" I hurried over to Detective Palmer who was bent almost double while examining the chocolate pond surrounding the limo with a flashlight. "Do you think he was murdered?"
"I'm not sure yet," he admitted, "but he definitely wasn't alone before he died. I found a smudge in this melted chocolate that looks like a partial footprint headed away from the scene. It's so partial that I'm not sure whether it belongs to a man or a woman."
"Interesting." I glanced up at the camera above the caved-in garage door and noted the blinking red light. "It just so happens I have a working camera right above the crime scene s***h chocolate explosion slash...whatever, but even the camera is covered in chocolate."
The detective nodded as he straightened. "I would still very much li
