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evidence.”
For the first time since she had known Cameron, Marin realized how tough the job must be. The Hollywood glamour disappeared the instant she walked on to a murder scene.
“You have to let me see her, now!” he demanded. “If this woman was murdered, then it can’t be Laura. Everyone loved her.”
“We’ll go down in a while. I have to ask you a few more questions.”
“It’s all a mistake.” He rose to his feet and started for the door.
“Two people on the dock have given us a preliminary ID.” She blocked his way.
“They must be wrong. It’s someone who looks like her.”
“Do you need to take a few minutes before we continue?”
“No.” Dan sat down again on the sofa.
“Mister Douglas, do you or your wife scuba dive?”
“Not around here––the water’s too cold.” He cocked his head slightly trying to understand the meaning of the question.
“Do you own diving equipment––you know like a mask, snorkel, fins—whatever?”
“Yeah, we keep a mask and fins in the anchor locker in case we ever had a problem on the boat.” He paused while contemplating the discussion. “She wasn’t diving––no way she was diving.”
“A scuba tank, wetsuit, weight belt?” Cameron continued.
“No, just the mask and fins.” Dan stared at her. “If that woman was diving around the marina, it wasn’t Laura––that’s for certain. I need to see her.”
“She had a weight belt wrapped around her.” Cameron was keen on watching his reaction to this latest news.
He stared at the investigator while his mind came to an understanding of the information. “No.” He put his head in his hands. “Who would do that to my. . . .” He couldn’t finish his sentence while his mind obviously relived those horrible last minutes.
“Does she own a weight belt, Mister Douglas?”
“A weight belt?” His hands started shaking, and he appeared to be somewhere distant in his mind. “No!”
“What can you tell me about last night?”
“I went to bed around eleven. She,” he paused and took a breath, “I don’t think she ever came to bed. I never heard her.”
“Did she go out––you know––off the boat?”
“She loved the marina when everything was still. I told her she shouldn’t go out at night by herself, but she insisted that the marina was safe.” He gulped in another chunk of air. “It’s my fault. I should have been up with her. I was exhausted and went to bed. I should have been with her.”
“How was your relationship with your wife?”
He stared at the investigator, then at Marin.
“I loved her. We’ve been married for ten years.”
Cameron walked over to him with her hand in her pocket.
“Was your relationship always close?” she asked.
“We had moments, like all married people.”
Investigator West’s hand came out with a plastic evidence bag.
“I’m going to have my coroner look at that bruise on your knuckles and take a swab.” She gently slid the baggy around Dan’s injured right hand.
He flinched with the natural instinct to pull away.
“Procedure,” Cameron said.
“He didn’t do this,” John protested.
Marin touched John’s forearm. “She has to do her job.” She glanced over at Dan. “You want her to be thorough, right?”
Dan nodded and continued. “Our life together was great; except for Raphael.” Dan held up his hand in the baggy. “You might find a piece of him on this.”
“Who’s Raphael?”
“Raphael Montoya.”
Cameron stared at Marin. “Montoya, like the movie star?”
“The same. He has the fishing boat down the way,” Marin said.
“What’s he got to do with this?” Cameron asked Dan.
“Last Tuesday night, I stopped by to work on the boat. I looked up and saw Laura walking down the dock.” He looked over at Marin. “Well, I saw her go inside his boat, and she didn’t come out for two hours.” He put his head down. “I was devastated––didn’t know what to do. The next day, I confronted
For the first time since she had known Cameron, Marin realized how tough the job must be. The Hollywood glamour disappeared the instant she walked on to a murder scene.
“You have to let me see her, now!” he demanded. “If this woman was murdered, then it can’t be Laura. Everyone loved her.”
“We’ll go down in a while. I have to ask you a few more questions.”
“It’s all a mistake.” He rose to his feet and started for the door.
“Two people on the dock have given us a preliminary ID.” She blocked his way.
“They must be wrong. It’s someone who looks like her.”
“Do you need to take a few minutes before we continue?”
“No.” Dan sat down again on the sofa.
“Mister Douglas, do you or your wife scuba dive?”
“Not around here––the water’s too cold.” He cocked his head slightly trying to understand the meaning of the question.
“Do you own diving equipment––you know like a mask, snorkel, fins—whatever?”
“Yeah, we keep a mask and fins in the anchor locker in case we ever had a problem on the boat.” He paused while contemplating the discussion. “She wasn’t diving––no way she was diving.”
“A scuba tank, wetsuit, weight belt?” Cameron continued.
“No, just the mask and fins.” Dan stared at her. “If that woman was diving around the marina, it wasn’t Laura––that’s for certain. I need to see her.”
“She had a weight belt wrapped around her.” Cameron was keen on watching his reaction to this latest news.
He stared at the investigator while his mind came to an understanding of the information. “No.” He put his head in his hands. “Who would do that to my. . . .” He couldn’t finish his sentence while his mind obviously relived those horrible last minutes.
“Does she own a weight belt, Mister Douglas?”
“A weight belt?” His hands started shaking, and he appeared to be somewhere distant in his mind. “No!”
“What can you tell me about last night?”
“I went to bed around eleven. She,” he paused and took a breath, “I don’t think she ever came to bed. I never heard her.”
“Did she go out––you know––off the boat?”
“She loved the marina when everything was still. I told her she shouldn’t go out at night by herself, but she insisted that the marina was safe.” He gulped in another chunk of air. “It’s my fault. I should have been up with her. I was exhausted and went to bed. I should have been with her.”
“How was your relationship with your wife?”
He stared at the investigator, then at Marin.
“I loved her. We’ve been married for ten years.”
Cameron walked over to him with her hand in her pocket.
“Was your relationship always close?” she asked.
“We had moments, like all married people.”
Investigator West’s hand came out with a plastic evidence bag.
“I’m going to have my coroner look at that bruise on your knuckles and take a swab.” She gently slid the baggy around Dan’s injured right hand.
He flinched with the natural instinct to pull away.
“Procedure,” Cameron said.
“He didn’t do this,” John protested.
Marin touched John’s forearm. “She has to do her job.” She glanced over at Dan. “You want her to be thorough, right?”
Dan nodded and continued. “Our life together was great; except for Raphael.” Dan held up his hand in the baggy. “You might find a piece of him on this.”
“Who’s Raphael?”
“Raphael Montoya.”
Cameron stared at Marin. “Montoya, like the movie star?”
“The same. He has the fishing boat down the way,” Marin said.
“What’s he got to do with this?” Cameron asked Dan.
“Last Tuesday night, I stopped by to work on the boat. I looked up and saw Laura walking down the dock.” He looked over at Marin. “Well, I saw her go inside his boat, and she didn’t come out for two hours.” He put his head down. “I was devastated––didn’t know what to do. The next day, I confronted
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