CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The news of Cooper’s death took the wind out of me. I felt lightheaded. “When was this?” I murmured.
“They found Cooper yesterday,” Kramer said. “The body was a mess. He’d been in the water a week or so, and that’s just the ME’s best guess, according to my sources. He was hit on the head, but the body was so discolored, it was hard to tell whether it happened before or after he died.”
“Any call on whether this was an accident, suicide, or homicide?”
“At this point, it could be any of the above, though suicide by drowning is rare, as you know. No apparent signs of struggle. But with so much time in the water, it’s hard to tell. He could have fallen in the canal and hit his head or he could have been beaned and dumped in the water. They’ll know more after they check h
