“They said they were going to sue. I don’t think that’s happened. Least I haven’t heard anything. But if you’re asking if I think they would have hurt Emma, well, that just doesn’t make sense. Only an asshole would do that and while they were both upset, I didn’t get the impression that they were that kind of people.”

“We’d like their home address,” Rena said. “That would be on their paperwork, right?”

“Yeah.” Davy took one last puff off his half-smoked cigarette and threw it to the ground. He put it out with the heel of his work shoe. “We can get it inside.”

When Rena saw the address, she didn’t recognize it. “Where is this?” she asked, as she copied it down.

“It’s way out there, in the county, in one of them new houses that they’re building around Lemming’s Lake. I hear some of the houses are going for a million dollars,” Davy said.

It would be more than a forty-five-minute drive. Long way to come to get a vehicle serviced. Although to be fair, there probably weren’t that many other full-service garages that would have been closer for them. “Thank you,” she said. “Were you here at the garage this past Wednesday?”

“Uh...no. I was out of town, at a funeral.”

“Where was the funeral?” A.L. asked.

“Dover. It’s north of here.”

About ninety-seven miles, to be exact. She’d never been to Dover, never heard much about it. Until Emma Whitman had gone missing. Now it seemed to be popping up everywhere. “Whose funeral?” she asked.

“My uncle’s.”

“His name?” A.L. asked.

Now Davy frowned at them. “I don’t see...”

“Just making sure we’ve got full information,” Rena said pleasantly.

“Burt Chrysler.”

“Like the car?” A.L. asked.

“Just like it,” Davy said. “People always ask that. He used to kid around, tell people that his other house was in Detroit. I used to love to see their faces. Spent almost every summer with Uncle Burt when I was a kid.”

“In Dover?” A.L. asked.

“Of course. He didn’t really have a house in Detroit.”

A.L. pressed his lips together.

“You were in Dover all day?” Rena asked.

“Couple hours. There was a nice lunch after the funeral.”

“What did you do the rest of the day?” A.L. asked.

“Drove around. I like to do that.”

“Was anyone with you?” A.L. asked.

“No. I asked my cousin to go but I guess she didn’t feel quite the same about Uncle Burt.”

Maybe hadn’t wanted to be in a car with Davy for any length of time. “Mr. Grace, do you know a Coyote Frogg from when you visited the Dover area?”

Davy shook his head.

“He has memorable red hair,” Rena said.

“I like redheads,” Davy said, looking at Rena’s hair.