Chapter 21
While this was going on, Sullivan pulled into Gleason Hemp's door yard. The house was a neat little two story colonial. The fresh yellow pastel paint was set off by a neatly plowed drive scrapped right down to the blacktop. A wide path led to the front door and one that led to the door of the breeze way that connected the house to the garage. The garage door was open and a car that looked like a corvette was covered by a sheet of canvas. The other stall had a silver BMW SUV that still had caked snow and ice in the wheel wells. It was obvious that it had just been driven into the garage within the past half hour.
Sullivan knocked on the breeze way door.
Mr Hemp opened the door and asked mildly, “What can I do for you?”
Sullivan held up his credentials, “I'm Detective Su
