Chapter 21Detective Gerald Ives had been called in to oversee Jon Jonson’s murder. While his efficient team processed the scene at Robby’s bar, he and I drove back to the station in his white 2012 Dodge Charger to discuss how I had come across another dead body in such a short span of time. Hopefully, they wouldn’t start dropping like flies, as they had at Aunt Mat’s Connecticut estate. A person could develop a complex.
With two extra-large coffees in hand, we sat on opposite ends of a large worn vinyl sofa in the corner of a tiny office perfect for accommodating two Abyssinian guinea pigs. Far from attractively or expensively furnished, the butternut-colored room was functional and neat, with files and documents, pens and trays, laptop and tablet precisely arranged on a small L-shaped de
