Scarnum, and they shook hands.
âAnd donât be too curious,â said Donald. âItâs not good for a guy.â
S carnum was nursing a Keithâs and tidying up the Orion when Constable Léger drove down the little lane and stopped at the dock.
Scarnum put on a mesh ball cap that said âdâEonâs Lobster Plugsâ on the brow, went up to the cockpit and sat down, stretched out his legs, and watched the Mountie open the door and walk over to the dock.
Léger walked to the edge of the dock and stood looking down at Scarnum.
Scarnum smiled and toasted her with his beer. Léger didnât smile back. She dropped a photograph on Scarnumâs outstretched legs.
Scarnum kept smiling until he saw the picture.
It was a picture of a man in orange overalls, lying on his belly on a sandy beach. There were three bullet holes in the manâs back. There was black blood on the grey sand under him.
Léger dropped another photo on top of that one. This showed the same man â Jimmy Zinck â naked on a coronerâs bench, with three neat holes in the pale flesh of his back.
Léger dropped one more photo. It showed Jimmy Zinckâs face, bloated and blue, his open eyes staring, his mouth distorted with pain or terror.
âDo you know what I call this series?â said Léger. âDeath of an Idiot.â
Scarnum looked up at her, then sat up straight and flipped through the three pictures again.
âHe wasnât the smartest guy to ever walk the streets of Chester,â said Scarnum. âBut he didnât deserve to die like that.â
Léger reached out and Scarnum handed her back the photos.
âWhy did you go see Doug Amos?â said Léger.
âI wanted to know why Jimmy was out fishing alone that night,â said Scarnum.
âDid Angela Rodenhiser ask you to talk to him?â said Léger.
âShe came to see me and asked me what happened to Jimmy,â said Scarnum. âI thought Iâd go have a chat with his partner.â
Léger stared at him. There were bags under her bloodshot eyes. Scarnum noticed that her eyes were very pretty.
âYou told us you didnât really know Jimmy,â she said.
âWell, I know Angela,â said Scarnum. âShe used to work at the Anchor when I was drinking there a lot. Sheâs like a little sister to meâ
âDid you like Jimmy Zinck?â asked Léger.
âWell no, I guess I didnât,â said Scarnum. âHe was all right, great fun if youâre having a few drinks. The girls all liked him. He was funny. Crazy. But he was a loudmouth and a show-off, and I donât think he treated Angela too good. But if I went around killing everybody I donât like, thereâd be a lot of dead people walking around Chester. I didnât kill him, Constable, and I think you know that. I just happened to find his boat, is all. I risked my arse to salvage it and now it looks like I might not get paid for it.â
âWas there anything on the boat?â said Léger.
âI already answered that question at the detachment,â said Scarnum.
Léger looked up at the bow. âI see you put your new anchor on,â she said. âWhat happened to the other one?â
Scarnum sat for a while before answering. âI fouled it last week,â he said.
Léger just looked at him.
âIt got caught on the bottom and I couldnât pull it up,â he said. âSo I had to cut the line. It happens.â
âWhen did Angela come see you?â said Léger.
Scarnum got to his feet. âLook, thanks for showing me the pictures, Constable Léger,â he said. âIâd like to chat with you more, but somebody made an awful mess of my boat and Iâve got to clean it up.â
âIf you want, we can come back with a warrant and search your boat again,â said Léger.
Scarnum stopped on the ladder down to the