you like sports and culture, itâs a round trip via ferry and a long drive into town.â
âThat costsââ Another knock interrupted Judith. âNow what?â she muttered, opening the door to a stocky six-footer in a sheriffâs uniform.
âExcuse me,â he said. âAre you Mrs. Flynn or Mrs. Jones?â
âFlynn,â Judith replied. âSheâs Jones. Come in. Whatâs going on?â
The officer entered, removing his hat and introducing himself as Lieutenant Erik Jacobson. âI believe you two found the body of Ernest Glover earlier this afternoon. Is that correct?â
Judith nodded. âDo we need to fill out a form?â
âI have some questions for you.â He cleared his throat. âMr. Glover didnât die of natural causes. He was stabbed to death. Iâm afraid weâre talking about a homicide.â
Chapter 5
R enie staggered, grabbing Judithâs arm. âOh, no! I feel faint!â
Judith managed not to glare at her cousin. âMaybe you should sit down, dear, â she said, trying to free her arm without wrenching it from Renieâs grasp.
Renie let go, leaning against the counter. âIâll be all right,â she said in a feeble imitation of her usual voice. âItâs just such a shock.â
âMaybe,â Judith suggested to Jacobson, âwe should all sit down.â
The lieutenant nodded, following Judith and an unusually docile Renie into the living room area. The cousins sat on the sofa; Jacobson lowered himself into the recliner before taking out a notebook from the inside of his jacket and clicking a ballpoint pen. Apparently the islandâs law enforcement agency relied on old-fashioned handwriting and real paper. After jotting down their names, addresses, phone numbers, and relationship to the Webers, he asked why they had gone to the beach that afternoon.
Judith responded. âWeâre natives. Rain doesnât bother us. We wanted to walk a bit before it got too stormy.â
Jacobson nodded. âSeveral people had done that in the early afternoon, including the victim. The locals know when a storm is brewing.â He paused. âMr. Glover hadnât been dead for more than half an hour.â
âYou mean,â Judith said, âthere were footprints around the scene?â
He nodded again. âThe high tide usually comes close to where you found Mr. Gloverâs body. Thereâd been a break in the weather before noon, so some prints were still faintly visible.â
Judith leaned forward slightly. âI donât understand. The rain didnât wash them away? Or do you mean the prints were away from the body? Could you take casts of them?â
If the questions surprised Jacobson, he didnât show it. His ruddy face with its sharp green eyes remained impassive. Judith guessed him to be in his early forties. There was no gray in the auburn buzz cut, though the lines around his wide mouth and broad forehead indicated he laughed and worried in equal measure.
âAt least four other people saw Mr. Glover on the beach,â he said, ignoring her second question. âWhat time did you go down there?â
âA little after two,â Judith replied. âWe found the body only a few minutes after getting to the beach.â
âTwo-oh-nine,â Renie said sitting up straight and no longer sounding feeble. âI called 911 at two ten. They showed up ten minutes later. But you know that already.â She folded her arms and leaned back on the sofa. âI think Iâve recovered from the shock.â
âSo it seems,â Jacobson murmured. âYes, Iâve noted the time that you called. You were described by the 911 responder as âcalm.ââ
âI suffer from delayed reaction,â Renie said with a straight face.
Judith wondered if it wasnât better if Renie didnât talk. âMy cousin performs well