As Rhys and his driver were en route to the ferry landing, Price phoned again. “Well,” he began, “the hospital has kicked Canham out. One of the patrol guys drew the short straw and is sharing a suite with him here in the hotel for the night. The doctors didn’t want to put him on the boat just yet, and they didn’t want him alone in case of heart complications. The suite was cheaper than a helicopter ride. So we’ll see him in the morning.”
“I can hardly wait.”
“Two more things,” Price said. “Remember that woman at the Inn who says she saw Edgar Ruiz and a tall blonde woman both there the night Hayden was murdered? First off, I interviewed Edgar Ruiz after you left. It doesn’t look too good for him.”
Rhys shifted his phone to speaker and began to take notes as Price continued. “We talked
