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place
clean."
    "Did you guys find anything out of
place in the office?"
    "Just your usual stuff—books,
computer, television, papers, a filing cabinet. Nothing out of the
ordinary." He stopped for a second. "They did find a medical device
in a metallic suitcase. I think it was a heart monitor. Apparently
Ted had a heart condition."
    Too bad his heart condition didn't
kill him. Would have made things a lot easier.
    "Anything else?" I
asked.
    "That's all I've got," the
detective said.
    Great. Having had my fill of him, I started to get
up from my seat to escort Detective Carrington out of the
house.
    "Well, I've got one more question,
Max. If you don't mind."
    I sat back down.
    "Sure, detective."
    "Where were you and Miss Whitehall
between 7:27 p.m. and 8:20 p.m.?"
    There we go. It was only a matter of time before he
got around to asking the really important question. When did I kill
Ted?
    "I was on my way back from work.
From Manhattan."
    "On the train?" he
asked.
    I chuckled. "The train? No. I
drove. I'm not big on public transportation."
    "Was Miss Whitehall with
you?"
    "No."
    "So you were alone?"
    "Yes, detective. I was alone. In
my car. Is that a crime?"
    "Not in of itself. No."
    He turned his gaze from me toward Imogen.
    "And you, where were
you?"
    "Home."
    "And where's home?"
    "Next door."
    "Isn't that convenient?" He
smiled.
    "Excuse me?" Imogen answered. Not
too happily.
    "I mean, it's convenient that you
live next door and you two, well, you know…"
    "Really, detective?" I
interjected.
    He laughed uncomfortably.
Embarrassed. "I'm sorry. So you were home, Miss
Whitehall?"
    "Yes, I was home. I heard sirens,
and a few minutes later I headed over here and saw Max had just
arrived home."
    "And what time was
that?"
    "Don't really remember. Shortly
before the time they wheeled poor Mr. Baxter into the white
van."
    Carrington just nodded. Not approvingly or
disapprovingly. Just nodded. Then he shifted his attention back to
me as he jotted down some notes in his little black book.
    "So, Max, is there anyone to
corroborate your whereabouts yesterday between 7:27 p.m. and 8:20
p.m.?"
    "You can ask my car. She's right
outside."
    "Not helpful, Max."
    "I'm sorry. Normally you could ask
my secretary, but she wasn't in yesterday. I'm not sure who saw me
leave the office. But feel free to ask around."
    "I'm sure we'll take you up on
that offer, Max."
    He was digging. That was for sure. I was weighing my
options. I had already fibbed about my past relationship with
Kitty. And my relationship with Ted. More like my disgust for Ted.
I was considering filling the good detective in on the email that I
had received from Kitty. It might deflect some suspicion away from
me. At least for a short amount of time while they sifted through
the information. It was something I would have to do.
    "If that's all there is, I think
we're done here," Detective Carrington said, as he started to
rise.
    "There's one more thing,
detective, that might be of some importance. If you have a
second."
    "Max, I've got all the time in the
world."
    I mentioned that Kitty had sent me
an email from Mike Miller. I showed him it and then told him that
I'd forward him a copy. He was interested in the email, thanked me
for my cooperation, and asked to keep him in the loop if Kitty
contacted me again. He then asked me about Ted and what I knew
about him. I told him that he was a pretty cold, abrasive guy, was
a genius when it came to technology, and was worth a fortune. On
the few occasions that I'd had the displeasure of working with him,
he treated everyone in the room pretty poorly. Overall, he wasn't a
nice guy.
    "Can I be honest with you,
Max?"
    "Sure, detective."
    "You seem like a bright guy.
Logical. You ran in Ted's circles. Any reason you can think of why
someone might want to kill him?"
    "Do I get a junior detective badge
if I help?"
    Detective John Carrington was
about the same age as I was and, I now had no doubt, ambitious. He
was looking to solve this murder