“No it’s not burned. It’s in the same shape as it was before.”
“Where was it?”
“In Niagara Falls at the airport.”
“That’s an hour away.”
“Yep. Since there’s no damage, we think the guy took it for transportation.”
“Then this whole thing—he gestured to his body—wasn’t to get the car.”
“We know that because he didn’t have to beat you so badly to steal an automobile.”
“Were there prints? Do they know who he was?”
“No. The fingerprints were wiped. So I need to ask you some questions. Do you have any enemies, Mr. McKenna?”
“Call me Finn. Enemies? Boy, I don’t think so.”
“No dissatisfied client? You practice reiki, right?”
“I do. Do you know what that is?”
“No, but I’d like you to tell me. Who knows what connections there are?”
Finn explained the process he went through with a client.
“It sounds like you treat distressed people.”
“I do. But no one so distressed that they’d do this. In any case, I help them all.”
“Every single one?” Captain Marshall couldn’t keep the skeptical tone out of his voice.
“Captain, this whole collective basically deals with alternative healing methods. We’re very successful practitioners which is why we opened up offices in one spot.”
“I see. So what about personal enemies?”
“You know, I don’t think I ever had any.”
“You’ve always been Mr. Nice Guy?”
“Yes, he has.”
Captain Marshall looked over his shoulder when Elise came up behind him. He rose. “Ms. Preston. Good to see you again.”
“You, too, Captain.”
Finn scowled. “How do you know each other?”
“We need police protection at the site of the movie.”
“How do you know Mr. McKenna?” Marshall asked.
“We’re close friends. And I can assure you that he’s one of the good guys.”
“So it seems.” He took out a card and handed it to Finn. “Here’s my contact information. Call me if you think of anything else. And I’ll have your car delivered here today.”
“Thank you.” The man walked to the porch and inside the house.
