CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“See something interesting?” Ald asked cheerlessly as he stepped around Linda. “Or are you consigning the poor guy’s face to memory?”
“We know him,” I replied quietly and provided background.
He rubbed a scarred hand along his full lips as he studied the corpse.
“Why Lance?” Linda mused aloud. “This is getting weird-der.”
A strident ringing, like old civil-defense sirens, erupted. Everyone on the scene gazed wildly around. A couple of forensics folks determined it was coming from a patch of dense shrubs and a grim-faced gent hastened forward. He located an Android cell phone amid several ‘ulei plants. Holding it gingerly, he brought it over to Ald.
“Yeah hello?” the detective demanded gruffly, scanning strained faces and inquisitive eyes as the team peered over f
