“ You have no coroner?”
“ He comes from Martinique, but it will be a day, maybe two.”
“ Give me time to change,” she said.
Alan stopped her. “You sure you want to get involved in this?”
“ Got to get my feet wet again sometime. May as well take the leap.”
“ Wait up. I'll go with you.”
“ You'd best answer your calls and book our flight.”
“ Yeah, maybe you're right.”
Lieutenant Investigator Okinleye could not help but see that the two Americans were very much in love. He said abruptly, “Of course, I hate to intrude on your holiday, and I would not have, except that… well, this is the third such murder on the island, and the man died in so… such… an unusual manner.”
“ Really?” she asked. “Tell me about it.”
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