Chapter Thirteen
Blake
Benny shut his cruiser door and balanced two coffees in a tray as he hurried down the bank to the water’s edge. “Thought you could use something hot.”
“Thanks.” I peeled off my gloves and wrapped my chilly hands around the cup. The heat felt good, and the warmth traveled through me as I swallowed the hot brew.
“Find anything?” He shivered as the wind blew. “Why are you over here?”
“Her phone was found here.” I pointed to a marker. “There was some indication that the killer may have lost his footing over there.” I pointed to some long grass. “Something or someone lay there.”
“You think he tried to r**e her?”
“I don’t know. Still waiting on the coroner.”
“Sick f**k,” he muttered, but in the same breath said, “It’s colder than my father’s heart out here.”
“Nice
