CHAPTER NINE
Palmer had seen bodies pulled from bodies of water before—two from the Mississippi River long before Camille Grace had ever come to New Orleans. And though he’d seen it enough times to not be shocked, there was still something unnerving about it. Even now, watching as the State Police dragged the body of a woman from underneath a mossy dock, it unnerved him. The limp state of the body, the way everything was soaked—it reminded him far too much of hauling a fish out of the river.
The five policemen on the scene stepped aside to allow Palmer and Camille to observe the body. On the water, the little aluminum boat with the outboard motor idled while the two policemen on board continued to scan the water, looking for anything the woman may have incidentally left behind.
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