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Chapter 33

Wednesday afternoon

Day eleven

Standing above the beach, Jon watched the waves break against the rocks. He'd been over everything twice and had no breakthroughs in the case. He'd been briefed in the morning meeting with Trewe at the police station, and after filing reports and fielding phone calls, he wanted a walk on the beach. Nature always revived his good humor. A seagull perched on a nearby rock, pecking at what was left of a fish. Like Trewe, pecking at the subject of money while they were driving from Tavy's house yesterday. Jon couldn't remember why the subject got around to money of a personal nature, but he had said to Trewe, "Mrs. Butler may not have money problems, but if the killer has money problems, it may have set-"