#Chapter 252 Grilling the Suspects

While waiting on the whiteboard, I dug my phone out of my pocket and called Amy. “What’s up, Daisy?” She sounded cheerful. “Are you busy today?” I asked. “I’m starting a whiteboard and want to start questioning suspects.” “A whiteboard?” Amy sounded confused. “You know. It’s a dry-erase board, so I can diagram evidence to keep it straight in my mind,” I explained. “Oh, yeah,” Amy chirped. “I’ve seen them used on real-crime shows.” “Yep. That’s what I mean. Amelia sent me her list of suspects with their names and addresses. I’m going to start talking to them and crossing them off the list. Do you want to go along?” “I can’t go until later,” Amy replied. “I’m going to a restaurant equipment auction with Dad. We won’t be back until about four o’clock.” “I need to find somebody else to go with me,” I said. “I promised Victor I wouldn’t do this alone.” “I’m sorry I can’t go, Daisy, but I promised Dad last month I would go to the auction with him today. I feel bad