I SLOWLY DROVE DOWN the cul-de-sac to Renée's house. I almost kept driving, there were so many cars in the driveway, but Moira shook her head at me and pointed to the house. Somehow, I had a feeling today would not be an easy day. That it would be a day of confrontation. I could feel it in my bones.
Rather than trying to park in the driveway I pulled a little farther ahead and parked in front of the yard along the curb. It was not until we got out of the car that I realized I was parked in front of Detective Byrd's car. As we walked by I looked inside. It was obvious the man had eaten his breakfast on the way. There was a balled-up paper bag from the fast-food restaurant I knew served egg and sausage biscuits. We barely walked past the detective's car when the doors of another car burst o
