Thursday afternoon they moved me to a private room in the hospital. It seemed as if I had barely settled in when the cops appeared. Okay, make that cop—one Detective Eaton. He pulled up a chair, after introducing himself, sat, and took out a notebook and pen.
“All right,” he said. “I want your version of what happened, from the beginning.”
“Lorne Raynell and I are friends. You know about his brother’s murder, I hope.”
“According to the police where it happened, I know that he probably committed suicide.”
“So they claimed, but we didn’t believe them. Neither did Gavin and he should know, given his personal relationship with Kyler. Anyway, Lorne and Gavin both wanted to prove Kyler had been murdered. I volunteered to help and they, well, Gavin agreed.” I paused, looking at the detective.
