Once again Rhys MacFarlane watched Lexi’s slender figure retreat into the distance. The fog soon swallowed her up. He shivered, and as if shaken into life, his cell phone vibrated. “MacFarlane? Detective Inspector Jim Canham here. Homicide. Understand you got a guy that rolled down a hill on you.” He chuckled. “Doesn’t sound to me like you got anything worth investigating out there, but hell, a nice boat trip and a day on Catalina, with comp time ‘cause it’s a weekend? Sounds okay to me.”
Someone must have approached, because Canham’s voice suddenly became more official. “I’ll be getting on the morning boat with a photographer. If the situation warrants, we’ll call out the rest of the team, but I doubt we’ll need to do that. You still out there with the body?”
“Yes, sir. Well, others are
