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cell phone here. Are you staying around here somewhere?”
    “Yes, I’m camped at the Sunny Lake RV Park over there.” I pointed to the nearby park, which reminded me I’d have to boat back to it.
    “In an RV?”
    I nodded.
    “Nice,” he said with a sudden smile. “I’d love to buy an RV. I just don’t have the time to take off from work. Who do you travel with? Your husband?”
    I shook my head. “No one,” I said nonchalantly.
    That is not exactly true, Ben offered.  
    Do you want me to tell him about you, Ben? I fixed Wilson with a pleasant smile while I chatted with Ben.
    No, of course not. That would certainly land you in an asylum.
    We passed a psychiatric hospital on the way down here. I wouldn’t have far to go.
    Ben chuckled.
    “All right then,” Wilson said. “I think you’re free to go, Miss Crockwell. We may need to contact you again in the next few days.”
    “I’ll be here,” I said, although I was ready to move on. Somehow, Sunny Lake had lost its sunshine…in more ways than one. Clouds moved in to block the sun again.
    I climbed down from the truck and headed for the pontoon boat. To my left, I saw the ambulance pulling away. Kline backed the sheriff’s truck and trailer toward the water hook up the boat.  
    I studied at my own boat wondering how I was going to push it back into the water. I hated to ask anyone to help. I looked toward the RV park. There was no point in calling them. Sean certainly had no intention of helping me out. It was obviously not his concern. I was pretty sure I had exceeded my one-hour rental time, and I was also pretty sure I wasn’t going to pay for more than the hour. Take that, Sean!
    Deputy Wilson spotted me staring at my boat.
    “Hop in. We’ll give you a shove,” he said.
    I smiled gratefully and did as he ordered. Wilson and two other deputies pushed the pontoon boat back into the water. Once clear of the launch area, I lowered the motor and started the engine. I putt-putted the short few minutes back to the dock at the RV park and managed to dock the pontoon boat without mishap, no doubt due to the fact that I never really gained speed on my journey from the public boat launch. Feeling once again quite competent at the boating thing, I grabbed one of the mooring lines and hopped off the boat to tie it up. Boat secured to the dock, I retrieved my life jacket from the boat.
    “Are you ready, Ben?”
    Always, he said. What an eventful day. I am at a loss for words.
    “You’re not the only one. I wonder who the poor guy was. Did you notice if he had any identification on him?”
    Identification?
    “Yes, like a wallet with his driver’s license or anything like that.”
    I could not say. I did not know to look out for that. In my day, we carried no such thing as this license.
    “Well, we do now, and it has a picture on it and hopefully a current home address.”
    I moved up the dock toward the office building.  
    “I wonder who he was,” I repeated.  
    Minerva, please do not tell me you intend to involve yourself further in this matter.  
    “No, of course not!” I said. “No one is going to talk to me about it. I’ll have to read about it in the newspaper like everyone else. It’s not like the police will come and tell me who he was and how he died just because I found him. Privacy issues and stuff, not to mention there will obviously be an investigation.”
    Minerva….
    I smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, Ben. I won’t get involved.”
    Within minutes, I was watching Deputies Wilson and Kline asking Sean questions.

Chapter Three
    Mary, the older woman who had checked me in, posed rigidly behind the counter while the two deputies interviewed Sean at one of the café tables. Her short gray hair seemed to stand on end as she watched them.  
    “What on earth is going on?” Mary leaned her tall thin body toward me and whispered. “Sean said you found a body over by the cliffs? And now the police are here, asking him questions? Do they