They both laughed knowing I had no patience to wait it out, that I would start snooping to find out what really happened to Franklyn Worthington.
“Did you do an autopsy on Franklyn Worthington? Or any kind of post-mortem examination?”
We had our beer and closed up early. The next morning I went down to Fort Philippe, the 18th-century fort built by the Spanish and claimed by the French, before the British ran them off and made it their own until St. Pierre’s independence in 1966. The island’s police department, jail, and a small prison were housed in the recesses of the Fort. I parked my Jeep and was about to go in when I saw St. Pierre’s superintendent of police, Keith McWilliams, hustling to his official vehicle.
I rushed over to meet him before he could get into his car.
“Not now, Mr
