I just fell asleep when the phone rang. "Eldridge."
"Daddy?"
Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I tried not to look at the clock. "Hi honey. Is everything all right?"
"I locked my keys in the car."
"Do you have a spare set?"
"I was hoping you could pick it up. It's at Mom's."
My teenage daughter wasn't asking for a favor, she was asking me to wake my ex-wife at ... I glanced at the clock ... three in the morning. "Sure honey. Where are you?"
"Halfway down Long Woods Road."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
Some people would have asked Emily how she managed to lock her keys in the car on an empty stretch of road but I'd been a private investigator long enough to know that certain questions were best left alone.
Besides, my relationship with my daughter was tenuous enough. Let her mother be the heavy.
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All of the witnesses identify the same man as the killer. Unfortunately, he was in jail at the time of the murder.
