Friday, June 13
Friday, June 13Detective Rhys MacFarlane woke early. Spending most of Wednesday off-island was a diversion he hadn’t needed, but it had taken his mind off the circular whos and what ifs of the Hayden case. Yesterday’s decoding of Hayden’s vicious little Moleskine had got his brain cells invigorated, and he was cheered by the idealism in Emilie Oleson’s rejection of her father’s fortune and by Andrew Martin’s defense of his employees. The world was full of good people; sometimes a cop had to be reminded of that. He couldn’t wait to get on with the day and whatever revelations it might bring.
Walking to the operations center, he found Jill Reinhardt herding a small swarm of artists into an Island Conservancy bus. “End of the week,” Jill muttered to Rhys. “Next to the last d
