other people to work his murder cases. Thereâs a connection between your environmental work and her murder, isnât there? If your illegal dumpers used the marina, they knew Liz. Maybe they rented a boat slip from her.â She got no response from the detective, not even an adolescent shrug.
Faye had spent enough time at the marina to be able to hold an image of the whole thing in her mind, picturing it and all the people who frequented it. She pictured the marinaâs maintenance shed, located near the slips Liz had rented to people wealthy enough to pay rent so that their boats would have a place to stay. The shop was rented out to a man named Tommy Barnett who worked on balky boats when he worked at all.
Her mind also turned to Wilma, the woman who paid Liz for the right to sell fuel to the marinaâs customers. Neither Tommy nor Wilma seemed to make much money, but they were never without customers and they didnât seem to work all that hard. The very definition of a âcaptive marketâ would be âa person sitting at Lizâs dock in a boat that wonât go.â
âYou talked to Tommy and Wilma yet? About the murder? Or about whatever environmental case was sending you to Lizâs place?â
Gerry was studying the papers in his hand hard, like a man who was trying not to listen.
âWhen you think about it,â Faye said, âany boat thatâs not a sailboat is a useless bucket without a working motor and fuel. When it comes to fuel, Wilmaâs the only game for miles around. As for motors, putting metal in salt water is just stupid, but thatâs what we do. When a motor quitsâand sooner or later, it will quitâTommyâs the only game for miles around. Anybody that uses this marina is going to cross paths with Tommy or Wilma sooner or later. Guaranteed.â
Gerry gave the lab reports an impatient twitch, as if he longed to swat her away like a fly. âI get your point. Tommy and Wilma see all and they know all.â
âWell, they did, until Liz died and her marina stopped being open for business.â
Gerry finally met her eyes. âDo you think either of them realizedââ
Nadia, breathless, interrupted him with a single deadly word.
âArsenic.â
Fayeâs head swiveled in Nadiaâs direction and Gerryâs did the same. Notorious poisons have a way of attracting attention.
Gerry tucked the reports heâd been reading under one arm and reached for the new ones in Nadiaâs hands. âArsenic? Just arsenic and nothing else?â
âI see volatiles, but they belong at a petroleum site. Other than the usual suspects, I only see arsenic, but why would I be getting hits for arsenic? And thereâs something else weird. The arsenic contamination isnât in the same pattern as the petroleum. Itâs spread over a wider area and itâs not centered on the kerosene hot spot around the old tank. What the hell?â
Faye wasnât sure how sick she should feel about the discovery of a famous poison on her property.
He asked Faye, âDid anybody ever run cattle out here?â
âOnly small-scale, for their own use for meat and milk. Never at a commercial level. And it was a long time ago.â
He looked around the spot where they stood, so close to the shore and on soil so sandy that it was almost a beach. âThis doesnât look like a place where anybody ever grew crops.â
âNot to my knowledge,â Faye said. Then her honest mouth betrayed her and she said, âThe whole island has been rebuilt by hurricanes several times, though. Itâs possible that, at some point, this was a spot where somebody might have tried to grow something. But if they did, I donât know about it.â
Nadia and Gerry huddled over the lab sheets. He mumbled something apparently intended for Faye, since Nadia would already know it. âIn the old days, arsenic was a key
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