BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
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Last night, as I drank and thought about Matt and Freeman and Ace’s son and Senator Heinz, Ligonier Police Chief Jim called. He had an owner for the car.
“The car’s owned,” he said, “by Chesterfield Enterprises on Duke Street in Alexandria, Virginia.”
I quickly thanked Jim, cutting him off in the middle of his telling me that one of the Weimer boys, the one who played quarterback and married the Clark girl, was in the hospital.
I Googled Chesterfield Enterprises. Oh boy! I did not expect THAT!
Then my cell rang again. It was Joey.
“The coroner called me. I didn’t understand the big words but—”
“Hold on!” I opened up a Word document and started taking notes.
And now I’ve figured it out.
Freeman was killed.
And I know why.
Tomorrow: It’s time to go to the police.