Chapter 16
Sergeant Boyd, was he murdered?”
“Well, I don’t think he was going for a swim.”
“Suicide?” I asked.
Armstrong shook his head. “We’re not there yet, okay?”
Oh Lord, I thought, Sandee killed Larry Craddock, too. But no one will believe me, I reflected just as quickly. “Guys?” I said. “Is Tom there?”
“One of the first ones,” Armstrong replied.
“Could you take me to the scene? Please? I want to see Tom.” I was also thinking, I may be able to see something you all might not catch, but Sandee had already laughed in my face half an hour ago, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience. I didn’t want to risk it again.
“Hello?” I repeated. “Could you take me up to the waterfall?”
They both laughed. “You’re so lucky that it’s still snowing,” Boyd said.
“Why am I lucky?”
“Because t
