"Sort of." She looked down, nudging the floor. "It's more my father. You see...he's.." Oh bother, she may as well tell him. Detectives needed details. "He makes a living selling used cars. The problem is that the cars he buys are wrecks, and he rigs them so that they're fine for the customer when he sells them, but give it a few days and the engine could burn out or maybe a part falls off."
"He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he sees no reason to stop."
No one ever got rich being honest, he told her: the conversation earned him having his hat superglued to his head.
"He tells me I'm too ignorant to know what I'm talking about when I tell him off."