Chapter 6
“Will you give us permission to search your vehicle?” Reilly asked in the same formal tone.
“Yes, yes, of course,” I said automatically. And then I had a horrible thought: What if the killer who’d taken my gun had planted something in my car? The detectives had already nodded at two crime-scene guys; one of them clambered into the car. Tom looked at me and gave a thumbs-up. I wanted to feel confident, but I didn’t.
I took a deep breath and followed the detectives halfway around the cul-de-sac, until we arrived at a department car.
“When did you get here, Mrs. Schulz?” Reilly asked, his blue eyes flat.
“Just before four. Maybe five, ten of.”
He scribbled. “And why were you here?”
“John Richard Korman, the man who was … shot, is, was my ex-husband. This morning, well, actual
