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THREE HOURS LATER, the dead body, which they’d found near the dock, was examined, bagged, and finally taken away.
“Well,” said Sheriff Caleb Smith, who was standing on the porch. “It looks like it’s the teenage girl who’s been missing for a few weeks, Tina Johnson.”
“What happened to her?” I asked, staring at him. He was taller than I’d thought, standing well over six-foot, with dark hair that hung just below his collar. He had almost perfectly chiseled face, except for his nose, which was a little large. I had to admit, though, for an older guy, he was handsome.
“I guess I could share a little of that with you, considering you found her on your property,” he replied.
My mother cleared her throat. “Before you get into all of that, would you like to come in and have a cup of coffee,
