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GOLF COURSE, COSTA TEGUISE, TUESDAY 19 MARCH 2019The sun crowned the volcano, gifting the patio a sudden flood of light, the cool of the early morning giving way to spring warmth. Already the sun had a kick to it, and I pulled my chair into the shade of the high wall to the north. The sleeping pill I took the night before had left me a touch groggy, but the sensation faded as the coffee did its work, and I grew hungry.
I took my near-empty cup into the dim of the house to prepare a cooked breakfast. I had a big day ahead of me. As I fried my eggs, I had to push aside the misgivings I felt knowing Oscar Cribb’s murderer might still be on the island. I had to, or I would never find Billy.
Not for forty years had I done an obs. Back then I had the benefit of a companion, Liz, and the se
