Monday, June 9
Monday, June 9Palm trees cast long shadows westward as the six o’clock Express chugged away from the Long Beach dock. Brown pelicans basked on pilings in the morning sun or coasted in kite-string procession over the rippling blue water as the boat passed seawalls and jetties on its way to the open ocean. Refreshed by a good, albeit short, night’s sleep at his grandfather’s place in Seal Beach, Rhys began to make notes.
D.I. Canham had phoned him after receiving word that the medical examiner was calling Hayden’s death murder. He’d ordered Rhys to collect Hayden’s appointment book, which was already in evidence, and to collect anything else of interest from the dead man’s room at the Inn. “Go through the appointment book first. Follow up on anything that might give us a clu
