Chapter 22After we’d finished dinner, Wesley spoke.
“While we’re all here,” he started, “I received the government report on the autopsy. Jeffery brought a couple things that were sent to the condo. Do you want to hear it?’
“Yes. If we don’t, we’ll always wonder,” said Henry. Edith, Lillian, and I agreed.
Wesley drew a business-sized paper out of his pocket and unfolded it.
“Report on the death of one Rachel Fox, a forty-nine year-old Caucasian female.
“The staff of the Zambia Rafting Service reports that on the twenty-sixth of October in this year, at two o’clock in the afternoon, the raft in which Miss Fox was riding capsized as it washed over a series of rocks, throwing all passengers and crew into the water. This is not uncommon for such trips and riders are warned of this possibi
