"I know I bring out the dead in people," I blurted to my old friend Detective Palmer as soon as he arrived, "but I didn't even know my dad had a chauffeur. I had nothing to do with his death, I promise."

We stood outside Sunray's amid flashing lights, yellow police tape, and a ton of unanswered questions. But for once, maybe for twice, the detective didn't look at me like one of the usual suspects. Definitely an odd experience, to say the least, even now after all we'd been through. ...