While we waited for Mr. Sh - I mean Detective Palmer - Chloe tapped her pink high heels in a fast rhythm against the tile floor. I, on the other hand, sat perfectly relaxed while I Googled her on my phone. It wasn't the first time. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last.

None of her five former husbands had died unexpectedly, so that was good. Yep. Five. From what I could gather, she kept chauffeurs around longer than most of her husbands. One had worked for her for fifteen years ...