I didn’t know. I’d never looked into it. Juliette, who’d been eavesdropping, held out her phone. She’d found the web page for Andy Solves It!, the words splayed in a gigantic bubble font like it was a toy store. Beneath them was a photo of Andy wearing a fedora, an unlit cigar between his lips. I scrolled, scanning over the description, which read, World renowned for solving the Cunningham family murders, let Andy help you with your problems today! We solve the unsolvable!
