AFTER HEARING MORE about Tiffany’s teenage dramas, I walked a few blocks to the police station. Even though it had only been a few hours since they arrested Ned, it felt like ages since I had last seen Chief Dalton’s bushy eyebrows in action.
The receptionist did a double take when I told her my name. “Oh, the chief’s told me about you.”
“That must be because the first murder took place on our boat,” I said.
She hesitated for a moment. “Yes, that must be it.”
“Any chance he can squeeze me in for a few minutes?”
“Can’t promise anything, but I’ll see what I can do.”
While I waited, I looked at the bulletin board. Next to some Most Wanted posters was a takeout menu for Alligator Chuck’s BBQ Joint. It had a five-dollar-off coupon on the bottom. I took it off the bulletin board and stuffe
