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he dives, which is a major asset on this case. Are you going to see the Jerry McGuen soon?”
    “If I know Chan, very soon,” Kat said, glancing over at her new colleague.
    “Keep me posted on any developments,” Logan told her. “I should be there by midafternoon tomorrow.” Then he rang off and Kat returned the phone to her purse, signaling that the call was finished.
    Chan approached her seconds later. “Ready?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    Their next stop was the harbor, where the police search and rescue boat that had brought in the body was docked.
    The harbor and the lake were beautiful that day. Summer was still with them but would begin to fade in the next few weeks. Today, though, the water glistened under a benign sun.
    They were able to see all four officers who’d been on the search and rescue boat. Officer Aldo Reynald had been in charge, and he seemed sincerely interested in their queries.
    “When we got there, the woman was crying her eyes out…Amanda. Yeah, Amanda Channel. She was kneeling over the dead man. She said she’d done CPR, but she didn’t think it helped. She said we had to save her friend. The other guy, Jon Hunt, was walking around the dock, rubbing his chin, scratching his head. I tried CPR as we got him to shore. No luck. We have a state-of-the-art truck to deal with emergencies like this. You get a lot of divers who think they know their stuff and don’t, or divers who are used to the tropics and get into trouble in the lake. And naturally we have boating accidents, so…we’re prepared. We used every possible method of resuscitation on the way to the hospital, but…then we got there and they called it.” He shook his head glumly. “I’m assuming we’re going to have to be vigilant as this whole thing proceeds because diving a wreck is inherently dangerous, and a newly discovered one even more so.”
    Reynald was lean and fit; he was obviously experienced, practical—and compassionate.
    “But you believe he was dead when you arrived?” Kat asked.
    He nodded grimly. “Dead as a cold mackerel, I’m afraid.”
    “How long?” Will asked next.
    “He couldn’t have been dead more than half an hour or so,” Reynald told them. “I’m not sure what I’m basing that on, other than that I’ve pulled more than a few bodies out of the lake. Like I said, he was declared DOA at the hospital.”
    “Were there other boats near the dive spot?” Will asked.
    “Boating on a good day on Lake Michigan? You bet.”
    “Close to the dive site?” Kat continued for Will.
    Reynald drew in a deep breath. “Yeah, near enough, I think. The other Preservation Center boat was there—as well as the one the dead man had been on. Oh, and the film crew has a snazzy research boat, too. There was a sailboat maybe two hundred feet away and others farther out….”
    One of his fellow officers chimed in. “There were two motorboats nearby. One was a Cigarette—nice speedboat. I noticed that because I always wanted one. The other…a little cabin cruiser. Looked like the people aboard were fishing.”
    “Fishing,” Kat echoed dubiously.
    The officer grinned. “Not that long ago, Lake Michigan was so polluted you could die from eating fish you caught out there. But it’s cleaned up. You’ll find lots of people fishing in the lake now.”
    “Did you notice anything else about the boat?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “I’m afraid I didn’t.”
    “Either have a dive flag up?” Will asked.
    “Neither,” the second officer replied.
    “We were called in on an accident, and rescue was our main objective,” Reynald told them. “I feel like a fool because we’re also law enforcement officers. Do you suspect it was more than an accident?”
    Kat answered carefully. “We’re not sure yet. We’re just investigating at this point.”
    “Well, we’re here anytime you need us,” Reynald said.
    They thanked him. As they headed back to the car, Will seemed thoughtful. He glanced over at