“Chief,” I whispered through the bars. “We must question the night guards. Unless they were asleep or unless they are the murderers, they had to have heard something.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I’ll call them.” He whipped out his cell phone and I thought that rank indeed has its privileges.The cops had confiscated the cell phones from the rest of us.
In a moment the Chief and I were released from our cells and taken to the front office. As we left, I could hear the moans and groans of