She scraped her muddy boots on rippling rock, climbed over them. Caught the diamond glint she’d hoped for, and happily, just beyond the channel, a boat with red sails.
She blocked out the barking dog until she got what she wanted, until the red sails eased into frame. When he raced back to her, she ignored him, took a long shot of the inlet at the twin forks of water drifting by the floating hump of green.
“Look, if you’re going to tag along, you just have to wait until I’m done before— What have you got? Where did you get that?”
He stood, tail ticking, and a shoe in his mouth.
A woman’s shoe, she noted. Open toes, long skinny heel in cotton candy pink.
“You’re not taking that home. You can just forget about that.”
When he dropped it at her feet, she stepped around it. “And I’m not touching it.”
As she picked her way down, he grabbed up the shoe, raced ahead again.
She stepped down onto the coarse sand, the bumpy cobbles of the narrow strip. Tag sent up a fierce spat of barking, a series of high-pitched whines that had her spinning around to snap at him.
“Cut it out! What’s wrong with you this morning?”
She lowered her camera with hands gone to ice.
The dog stood at the base of the bluff, barking at something sprawled on the skinny swatch of sand. She made herself walk closer until her legs began to tremble, until the weight fell on her chest.
She went down to her knees, fighting for breath, staring at the body.
Marla Roth lay, wrists bound, her hands outstretched as though reaching for something she’d never hold.
The bright, sparkling light went gray; the air filled with a roar, a wild, high wave.
Then the dog licked her face, whined, tried to nose his head under her limp hand. The weight eased, left a terrible ache in its place.
“Okay. Okay. Stay here.” Her hands shook as she unlooped his leash, clipped it on him. “Stay with me. God, oh God. Just hold on. Can’t be sick. Won’t be sick.”
Setting her teeth, she pulled out her phone.
* * *
She didn’t want to stay; she couldn’t leave. It didn’t matter that the police had told her to stay where she was, to touch nothing. She could have ignored that. But she couldn’t leave Marla alone.
But she went back to the rocks, climbed up enough to sit so the air could wash over her clammy face. The dog paced, tugged on the leash, barked until she hooked an arm around him, pulled him down to sit beside her.
It calmed them both, at least a little. Calmed her enough that she realized she could do the one other thing she wanted. She took out her phone again, called Xander.
“Hey.” His voice pitched over loud music, noisy machines.
“Xander.”
It only took one word, the sound in her voice on a single word, to have his stomach knotting.
“What happened? Are you hurt? Where are you?”
“I’m not hurt. I’m down below the bluff. I . . . It’s Marla. She’s . . . I called the police. I found her. I called the police, and they’re coming.”
“I’m on my way. Call Kevin. He can get down there faster, but I’m coming now.”
“It’s all right. I’m all right. I can wait. I can hear the sirens. I can already hear them.”
“Ten minutes.” Though he hated to, he ended the call, jammed the phone in his pocket, swung a leg over his bike.