Thelonious didn’t like where the conversation appeared to be heading, but he thought he’d better answer. Not to answer would make him look as if he had something to hide. “This afternoon.”
“Drove in, did yew?”
His nod elicited a derisive snort from the inspector. Thelonious wouldn’t have been surprised if the DCI hadn’t already run a vehicle check on his car. Well, his record was clean. He didn’t have so much as a parking violation!
“Stop anywhere along the way?”
“Not really.”
“Well, either yew did or yew didn’t. So which is it?”
Thelonious was definitely starting to worry. Did Detective Chief Inspector Sidebottom have some kind of a quota?—and was he, as the stranger in town, the most viable suspect for any crimes that had been committed within the last 24 hours? All Thelonious coul
