Chapter Twelve
The Heaven’s View Stables
After removing the body and photographing the scene, the police questioned me about the events surrounded the Detective’s death. I told them that the man came into my bar, had a few drinks and left after last call. I found him in the parking lot in his car after he shot himself in the head. Then I called 911.
“Did he talk to you about anything in particular?” the policeman asked.
“He showed me a picture of his wife and kids and told me was going through a divorce.”
“Is that all you can remember of the conversation?”
“Yes. It was pretty busy and I couldn’t really pay attention to everything he was saying. He seemed pretty depressed.”
“Did he talk to anyone else here, a waitress perhaps?”
“No, they were all very busy. The place was packed.”
