“I understand. Look, you’ve been a great help, really. I appreciate all you’ve done, but just to rain on your parade, listen to this.” I paused a beat. “I went to the Brodie house the other day and I can prove to you the murder-suicide you boys reported was actually a double murder.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
I could sense Frank's mind racing. I knew if he was a good detective he’d want to revisit the facts of a case – a case that probably didn’t add up in his own mind.
“Okay, Jack, I can spare you some time this afternoon at three. I'll come over to your hotel. You can explain your theory to me then.”
“I appreciate that, Frank, but can you make it around four, and do you know the place called McDoyles Café?”
“Yes, I believe so,” he responded.
“Great. Let's mee
