The last time Kyla had been at Chief McCarthy's house, it was for his wife's birthday party.
Except for two cars, the driveway was empty. Before she could cut the engine, Albert stepped out of his rental car and was at her door.
Voice grave but eyes gentle, he grasped her hand when she opened her door. "Let's go inside. I spoke to the Chief and he is willing to clear the air for you."
She squinted at him. "You got McCarthy to cover up for you?"
"Is that what you think?" The corner of his lip gave the slightest twitch. "There are at least a dozen other people you can speak with. We were busy with the bodies when she popped out from nowhere. I brought you here to clear the air."
"If you really wanted to do that shouldn't we be on our way to Arabella's?" she glanced at the house. "Except, of course, she's in there visiting McCarthy."
