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home. He was my father’s accountant, and Basil’s father, who has now passed away, was my father’s accountant for years. Basil is my accountant now.”
    The cop raised one eyebrow. “ Just your accountant?”
    Luckily for me, the other detective called him away before I had to answer. I saw that the forensics people were bringing down the body from the roof. I watched while they lowered the body. It took four of them, but soon they had the body on a gurney and were wheeling it to a van.
    Janet hurried back over to me. “I overheard them say that they’re going to see if there are risers stuck to the body. I don’t know what that means. I’ve never been stupid enough to jump out of a perfectly good plane.”
    “You and me both,” I said. “I couldn’t ever be that brave.”
    The forensics people drove away, and Duncan walked over to me. “The detectives have asked that you and the others go to the house now for questioning.”
    I looked up to see Mom, Ian, John, and Janet already making their way over to Mom’s house. “Are we allowed in Mom’s house now?”
    “Yes.”
    I could see that Duncan looked uncomfortable. “What aren’t you telling me, Duncan?”
    Duncan shifted from one foot to another. “Well, I suppose I should tell you, Laurel, but try not to worry. Basil is the only suspect they have at the moment.”
    “Basil?” I said. “Why on earth would they suspect Basil? What motive would he have?”
    Duncan shrugged. “Like I said, try not to worry. Hopefully they’ll get some results from the DNA testing of the parachute. It’s just that Basil was the most likely one.” He held up his hand at that point. “I’m not saying I think he was the most likely one, but that’s how the detectives will see it. He was an experienced parachutist, too, and someone had tampered with the parachute.”
    “But surely anyone had the opportunity to tamper with Lewis’s parachute?” I asked him. “I mean, I suppose they can’t check it once it’s packed, right? If he packed it himself, then whoever did it would’ve had plenty of time to tamper with it.” My head was spinning, and I wasn’t sure if my words made sense. They probably hadn’t, because Duncan made no attempt to respond, but simply shrugged and walked toward Mom’s house. I followed him.
    When I got there, I found the others in Mom’s living room. Mom was on the phone to what sounded like her insurance company, and soon Ian appeared wearing a frilly pink apron and carrying a tray of coffee. He handed everyone a cup of coffee and a religious tract.
    “Ian, do you really think that’s appropriate?” I said as I took the coffee and refused the religious tract.
    “We can’t miss any opportunity to save the lost,” Ian said. “I’m sure that poor man Lewis is burning in hell right as we speak.”
    “I am not!” Lewis yelled loudly. He was right up in Ian’s face, but of course, I was the only one who could see or hear him.
    The detectives, who had refused the coffee as well as the religious tract, announced that they would question each one of us in turn.
    Detective Swan took me into the kitchen. “Do you live here?” he asked me after I had given him my name, address, and date of birth.
    “No, I just moved out of Mom’s house yesterday. I’m now living in the apartment over the funeral home. I own that building and the business, and Mom owns this house.” I waved my hand in the direction of the funeral home.
    “Why did you move out of your mother’s house?” he asked me.
    “My father died recently, and left this house and money to Mom, and the funeral home and the business to me. There’s an apartment over it that I’m renovating.”
    “And the renovations were finished yesterday?” The officer shot me a penetrating look.
    “No, not exactly. I just had a big argument with my mother.”
    The detective was still scribbling away furiously on his notepad. He looked up at me. “What was the argument about?”
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