53Ganza arrived with Turner. Maggie saw them making their way across the crowded promenade. She couldn’t help thinking that they looked like an aging rock and roll star and his personal bodyguard. Today on his day off Keith Ganza wasn’t wearing his lab coat, just his signature black jeans and a black T-shirt with a white skull across his chest. Agent Turner was parting the crowd in front of Ganza, adding to the perception that he was leading the way for a celebrity.
Ganza set his forensic case on a chair next to the table with the container and got to work without a word.
“Girl, you do keep finding messes,” Turner said to Maggie.
She turned her back to the crowd behind them and whispered, “I think we got him this time.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Try not to look and be obvious,” s
