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Why?”
    “Whoever murdered Ray must have taken his fishing gear, because it’s missing from the room. Maybe that was the motive. Lisa, if you don’t mind, I’ll keep the things I picked up from your room. I think that’s probably too much for you to deal with right now. Carola, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
    *****
    Ten minutes later Carola walked into their room. “Were you able to get her settled down enough to sleep?” Jack asked.
    “I think so. She took the sedative, and she has to be exhausted from crying so much. Jack, what is going on? It was as if the chief of police didn’t even care that a man had been murdered in his jurisdiction. How can that be?”
    “Carola, you know we don’t have secrets from each other, and I’m going to tell you something I promised Santiago I wouldn’t tell to anyone, but in this case, if I keep the secret, justice won’t be done, and I can’t live with myself if that happens. I sometimes think we have to obey a higher law.” He proceeded to tell her about his conversation with Santiago.
    “Are you telling me this police chief probably won’t investigate this murder because it happened to an American, and as far as he’s concerned he thinks that’s a good thing? Is that what you’re telling me?” she asked with a horrified look on her face.
    “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
    “Well, that’s totally unacceptable to me. If he won’t investigate it, I will,” she said tossing her head in anger, her jet black hair creating a swirling cloud around her while her big brown eyes blazed in anger. Bright spots of red on her cheeks conveyed how angry she was. Carola was a South America beauty, and anger only intensified her coloring and her beauty.
    “Sweetheart, this is a little out of your league. I know you and your friend Kelly Reynolds did a good job solving a murder mystery in Cuba and at the same time pretty much saved my life, but this is different. I don’t know what you can do.”
    “Jack,” she said looking at her watch. “It’s only ten at night in California. I’m calling Kelly. I’m sure she can give me some ideas.” With that being said, she picked up her phone and punched in a phone number.
     

CHAPTER 14
                                                                    
    Carola’s friend, Kelly, the wife of Sheriff Mike Reynolds, lived in Cedar Bay, Oregon. The two women became friends when they met on a fishing trip to Cuba that had been arranged by Jack. She answered her phone on the third ring. “Kelly, it’s me, Carola. I’m sorry to bother you so late at night, but I didn’t know who else to call.”
    “What’s wrong, Carola?”
    Carola spent the next twenty minutes telling Kelly about the events of the evening and asking her opinion on what she should do to try and solve the crime.
    “I can tell you some places to start if I were you, but keep in mind, these are just suggestions. Since I’m not there, I really don’t know exactly what you’re dealing with,” Kelly said. “Actually, Mike just walked in. I’m usually in bed before now, because I have to get up so early to open up the coffee shop, but I decided to take the day off tomorrow and do some personal errands I’ve been putting off. Let me get his input, and I’ll get back to you.”
    Carola put her phone down and took a pad of paper and a pen out of her large purse. She looked at Jack who was about to drift off to sleep and said, “I want to be ready when she calls. It looks like I’m going to be very busy for the next couple of days. I’ll go in the bathroom, so you can get some sleep. See you tomorrow.”
    A few minutes later her phone rang. “Thanks for getting back to me, Kelly. What did Mike have to say?”
    “Well, first of all, being a sheriff he’s appalled that nothing is being done to find the murderer. Secondly, he thinks there are several things you can do. You need to