CHAPTER 27
OVER THE NEXT two weeks, facts trickled in from Lark’s River, but it was slow going because Remi had to withhold information from the investigators. Telling them that new leads came from the woman whose death they were looking into clearly wasn’t an option, so he’d made up a tale about a reluctant witness, a friend of his who’d seen a man acting suspiciously by the lake and, when she later read the story of Jocelyn’s death in the newspaper, began to wonder whether the two might be connected. Sixth sense had made the imaginary witness duck behind a bush when the man approached, and as he walked past, soaking wet and with his sleeves pushed up, she’d been close enough to notice his watch and tattoo.
“Do you think the investigators believed the story?” Rhys had asked.
“Probably
