A Good Girl

CHAPTER 2

"It's clearly a storm-related accident." Bill, standing with the coroner inside the marina store, stared out at the potential crime scene down by the docks, hoping that the older couple whose RV had rolled over had never known what hit them. So far, they were the only reported casualties.

Sam Pawloski, Comfort Cove's coroner, nodded. "Sorry to call you out in this weather, Detective," Jack, the street cop who'd met Bill at the scene, muttered. Jack was a new cop. Maybe still a bit excitable.

"At first glance, with the bodies in different places, it looked like we had a mess on our hands."

Their voices were raised to be heard over the sound of wind raging outside. So far that was all there was to the storm. Dangerously high winds. No rain. No thunder or lightning.

Just a hell of a lot of debris. "You got the mess part right," Sam said.

Pulling off his glasses, Bill wiped them and put them back on, but nothing looked better.

The parking lot was filled with branches, bark, a sail, a couple of life vests, a few shingles, pieces of metal and trash, rope, a cardboard box and an empty beer case. Candy wrappers and paper litter skated across the pavement.

"I've seen worse," Manny, the weathered old marina owner and fish dealer, said from the counter behind them. "Good thing no one was out on the water."

"I hate to think how much damage there's going to be to the boats," Jack said, shaking his head.

Though he'd grown up in Comfort Cove, Bill didn't know any of the fishermen personally. He knew of one, though. Chris Talbot had been peripherally involved in one of Ramsey Miller's missing child cold cases the previous month. Talbot was now engaged to Emma Sanderson, sister to the long-missing toddler, Claire Sanderson.

Claire had been ruled out as a victim of Ramsey's newly arrested pedophile—but she was still missing.

"Which boat belongs to Chris Talbot?" Bill asked the curmudgeonly, leather-skinned man behind the counter.

"That one there." The man nodded toward the right side of the dock. "The Son Catcher."

Not the newest boat on the block by any means.

"Looks like he's got it tied down tight." The fishing vessel was rocking fiercely.

"Chris is careful," Manny said, almost with pride, as if Talbot was his own son. "Used to be that boat was his whole life. Till he met himself a woman he cared about more. We didn't think that was ever going to happen."

Emma Sanderson.

"He's been talking to me about having a wedding down here at the docks over Thanksgiving. I told him he'd best be talking to his lady about that, but he says she wants it, too. Go figure."

Wondering if Ramsey knew about the upcoming nuptials, Bill was about to ask where, on the smelly fishing docks, a couple would have a wedding, when Jack's portable patrol radio sounded a call for help.

A cop had just been reported unconscious in a car outside a duplex a couple of blocks away. A woman, a social worker, was inside with two kids—one of whom was a baby. They didn't know if anyone inside was hurt. Emergency vehicles had been dispatched.