An hour later, I turned onto the long drive leading to the barn. As I drew closer, I saw the flashing lights of multiple police cars, including the black SUV I knew belonged to Detective Hal.
I parked quickly near his vehicle and jumped out. I ran toward the barn, but before I got there, I heard someone calling me.
“Felix!” It was the detective. I stopped and turned toward his voice. “Over here,” he beckoned, and I made my way quickly to where he stood.
Hal was a few inches shorter than me and almost as wide. He’d be intimidating if he were pissed off. And, actually, that he was.
“What happened, Hal? Where’s Tyler and the rest?” I demanded.
“Back up. First of all, you went over the line on this one, Cotter. I really ought to write you up.”
“Chew me out later.” I was impatient for new
