A frowning D.I. Canham greeted MacFarlane and Price in the sheriff’s station. “We can go over to the Op Center,” he said. “It’s set up now, no thanks to you two.”
“But sir,” Price protested. “MacFarlane has the weapon. He found it.”
“Weapon?”
“The rock.”
“The. Rock. You just climbed up, or climbed down, and picked up the one rock out of a hundred thousand rocks on the damned hillside, and that’s it.”
“Well, yes, sir. More or less, sir. I—”
“You amaze me,” Canham cut in. “You’re supposed to be setting up an operations center, and dealing with Hayden’s room, and you just go wandering out and—and what makes you think one rock out of a hundred thousand rocks on that damned hillside is the murder weapon?”
“Not exactly the murder weapon, if he was already dead, sir,” MacFarlane put in. “M
