We couldn't get here fast enough. That conversation in the spa rattled me. I wasn't even sure we were at the right area. But they did say directly across from Cinnamon Rainbow. Down the boulders to the right. Well, there was only one place. A man was squatting in the tall grasses watching our every move. We watched him in the distance as he scurried off toward the docks. Thoreau reached into his pocket and deftly pointed it clicking rapidly in the man's direction, appearing to be looking at a flower.
The tide was nearly in. But something. Some.. thing caught my attention in the unwatered sliver of sand.
"Oh my G-d, Thoreau. Look," I said pointing.
He jumped down the last of the five jeri-rigged boulders which acted as some kind of erosion control. A
sharp glistening projectile was nearly buried in the sand. Covered in blood. And gnats. He reached into his pocket for a tissue and covered the base of it, careful not to touch a thing. It was the palette knife.
Thoreau reached for his binoculars as a sailboat blew by.
"Now, what?"
His face was white as a ghost.
"We're involved now. We need to contact the police and tell them what we found. And the rest of the conversation you heard yesterday. They'll send it to forensics, do a DNA on it. We'll know soon enough. But who?"
My face was no less white. Stumped.
Thoreau made the call on his Droid.
"That was him! The man squatting in the brush. He's got a camera and he is focusing it on us! Here, have a look."
"I can't see him. He must be hiding."
Within minutes, flashing lights were everywhere. And the sailboat was no where to be found.
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