"What haven't I?" he said, although he did look briefly uneasy with the question, "Getting into trouble, mostly. Had one hell of a weekend."
Gus didn't really want to talk about it with Grace, especially not with her Aunt being who she was. They were good friends, but both of them had been so busy lately, it didn't really seem right to lay all his drama on her. Not while they were meant to be having a working lunch.
"Part of it," he said, reaching into his heavy coat and drawing out a file, "Has to do with this."
Inside the file were some glossy photos of a crime scene. It was in The Experience parking lot, and it was the remains of a burnt out car. There was even a shot of the peculiar circle of salt.
"Three bodies, but we're still waiting on all the labwork to come back on that," Gus said, "We've just got nothing on this case, and since it's a murder, it's the State police department's case, not the Sheriff's. Absolute bullshit, but that doesn't mean we can't do our own investigation on the side, right?"
It was a legal grey area, but Grace was a great P.I. and it wasn't illegal for him, as a citizen, to ask her to look into it. So long as she didn't step on any toes, it'd be fine.