"Give me a second, okay?" I hurried over to Detective Palmer who was bent almost double while examining the chocolate pond surrounding the limo with a flashlight. "Do you think he was murdered?"

"I'm not sure yet," he admitted, "but he definitely wasn't alone before he died. I found a smudge in this melted chocolate that looks like a partial footprint headed away from the scene. It's so partial that I'm not sure whether it belongs to a man or a woman."

"Interesting." I ...