Chapter 9

They shook and Carver immediately walked toward the front door.

“Thank you for your patience, ladies. Have a good rest of the day,” he called back as he went outside and walked toward the dock where his boat was moored.

Michael looked at Jean-René, then at Cam. “Does anyone else need a drink?” she asked. “I know it’s not yet noon, but I feel like I need a really stiff one.” She went to the kitchen cabinet where bottles of Scotch and Canadian Whisky were kept. She returned with three glasses and the two bottles. She handed Cam the scotch and the whisky to her brother, who poured a bit for himself, then handed the bottle back to her.

After taking a long quaff of the dark amber liquid, Michael sat down at the table.

“What a day.” She sighed.

“What exactly happened?” Jean-René asked. “Guy only told me you had found a body in the woods.”