I knew Kieffer, or at least I knew of Kieffer, but we weren’t exactly acquaintances. I told all this to Tony, who shook his head and insisted, “No. That’s not Kieffer. That can’t be Kieffer.” I said, “Why not?” Tony looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes and said, “Because Kieffer has been dead for two days. His body is in the trunk of my car right now.”
