Still, it was a fun night, and when we all parted ways with relatively chaste kisses, I was relaxed enough to fall straight to sleep when we got to the room. The next morning, however, I awoke with a start as my brain flicked to the fact that we were about to ask a police inspector to sign a document under, at best, morally ambiguous circumstances.
Fortunately, the inspector agreed to see Beattie and me briefly before he had a meeting at 9 a.m., so I didn’t have to stew in my anxiety for long. In fact, the meeting was very straightforward, and the inspector signed without any questions after reading the one-page document quickly.
“My regards to your uncle, Poe,” he said and headed toward his office. Beattie and I looked at each other and then down at the slip of paper in our hands. The S
