Really, the list of possible suspects was just too long. They asked the hotel security guards for security camera footage to see who might have been close, and promised to let Bean know if they found anything useful. An un-uniformed Bobby arrived, shaking hands with the Urbana police and saying he was just there as a friend to give us a lift home. After the tow truck came and went, with the sad little Honda loaded on it, he gestured toward his car, luckily not a patrol car. Sitting in the backseat of those made me feel like a criminal. I got in the back, exhausted, which didn’t stop Bobby from confronting me. “What a coincidence,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “You have an incident at the reunion of the murder victim.” “Isn’t it?” Bean used a mild tone but gave Bobby a back off look. “I can’t believe I have to ask this,” Bobby said, looking at me in the rearview mirror. “But haven’t you learned anything from that threat on your van?”
