BOOK TWO: Second Shooter
Whenever possible, I preferred to find a dead body in a public place. That made it easier to break in and investigate the crime scene later after the cops left for a doughnut break.
"Is the body still here?" I asked Katy, the manager of Pelican Bay's historic bed-and-breakfast.
She tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear as she led me up the grand staircase of said bed-and-breakfast. I was taller than Katy by a good three inches, but with our matching blonde hair and facial structures, we'd pass as sisters. Her best friend status made her a true sister from another mother in my eyes.
"Sorry, Vonnie. They took him over an hour ago." She lifted a piece of thick yellow police tape in the hallway and ducked under it before raising it higher for me.
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