SCOOTER HAD A MINOR meltdown the next morning when he went to pour some Froot Loops into his bowl only to find there weren’t any left. He looked at me accusingly. I suggested that aliens might have abducted his candy-colored, crunchy nuggets. After agreeing to disagree on the cause of the disappearing cereal, we headed to the Sailor’s Corner Cafe for breakfast.
“Did you hear what happened at the marina last night?” Alejandra asked as we walked in the door. “There was another murder!”
“How do you know it was a murder?” Scooter asked.
“I overheard a couple of the police officers talking. They always come in here in the morning before their shift starts. While I was cashing them out I heard one of them say that a man had been struck with a heavy object, and then his body had been dumped in
