Back to school
He had almost emptied the entire bottle of aspirin that Mrs. Cross had brought him with the coffee. The pills had slid down his throat and given him time to reflect.
He had taken his leave of an older and more tired Mr Chesterfield, as if that secret had held him together until now.
So, Elizabeth was Johnathan Seinfield's daughter.
The irony was that the tycoon's suicide was the last case he had handled as a policeman. When he still had a family to go home to and a badge on his chest.
He remembered that there was a little girl involved, an only child, but he couldn't remember her name. She must have been in the report. A sixteen-year-old girl destined to inherit a fortune. He was still going through the case files when the department and city hall had thrown themselves
