Sunny said to Will. “Does this mean you’re going to talk to Trumbull?” “How can I?” Will stabbed his fork into the pile of waffles on his plate. “It’s a pretty thin connection to begin with, and you’ve fooled around with the evidence. Trumbull might even think you planted that cigarette to distract attention from Jane.” “I wouldn’t do that!” Sunny protested. “I’m trying to see this from Trumbull’s viewpoint,” Will replied. “He’s already asked me if, based on my experience, you were likely to interfere in his investigation.” “My dad asked me the same question,” Sunny admitted. “I wonder why.” Will took a sip of coffee. “I’ll tell you what I told him,” Sunny growled. “The Portsmouth cops have their best detective on the job. Why should I get involved?” “Why do I think I hear a ‘but’ coming up here?” Will said wearily. Sunny nodded. “It seems to me that Trumbull is concentrating all his attention on Jane. You’ve talked with the guy.
