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assumed it must’ve been in the Korean War.
    â€œSo many bright young men and women. Seems like we’re always fighting somebody.”
    Liv nodded, then changed the subject. “They caught a fish for Miss Ida, and it’s a beauty, too.”
    â€œWhat? Oh, so kind, poor man.”
    Liv began to worry. It was the first time she had ever seen Miss Edna, the more no-nonsense of the two sisters, being so sentimental.
    â€œI’ll ask Bill if Seamus can send the fish over,” Liv said.
    â€œOh, thank you, dear, that would be nice. Ida was so looking forward to fish. Come, Whiskey.”
    Whiskey looked up at Liv, then followed Miss Edna out the door.

Chapter 5
    Liv picked Chaz up around three. He was ready to go—shaved, dressed in clean jeans, and wearing a T-shirt that still held its shape and was free of any holes that Liv could see.
    She raised both eyebrows at him when he climbed into her car. He ignored her, buckled himself in, and looked out the window all the way to the police station.
    â€œAre you upset about something?”
    â€œHuh? No. Just thinking.”
    â€œWorking on a theory?”
    â€œThinking about what to have for dinner.”
    After that she gave up. She knew a put-off when she heard it. She wouldn’t beg. Though she did wonder what had happened between this morning and now that made him seem pensive.
    The sheriff’s department was located on a county road about ten miles out of town. It was a one-story utilitarian building set back from the road on a section of rolling hill, with ample visitor parking and a compound for county vehicles around the back. Liv had only been here a couple of times. When Bill wanted to talk, he usually came to the events office.
    But the events office was closed for two weeks’ vacation while Liv supposedly learned to fish and her assistant Ted went to visit friends. Down the coast. Here and there. Somehow he had made it out of the office and to wherever he was going without telling anyone where exactly he’d be.
    The man liked his privacy, and Liv tried not to overstep.
    She pulled into a vacant parking spot in front of the station, and she and Chaz went inside. The utilitarian theme was duplicated for the interior, with beige tile floors and official-building-green walls.
    They stopped at the check-in desk, where they were given ID badges and then escorted down the hall by a security guard.
    Bill was waiting for them in his office, and so was A.K. Pierce.
    Liv hadn’t been expecting him, and the sight of the tall, muscular marine made her catch her breath. He had presence, and between the muscles, his intense eyes, and his closely shaved head, he could also be slightly intimidating. He ran his security service with a tight hand and hired men and women who, like him, were in control.
    He greeted her with a slight dip of his chin.
    Bill motioned them to sit and pressed the intercom. A minute later a police stenographer came into the room and sat behind a laptop computer at a table off to one side.
    A.K. nodded to Bill. “I’ll leave you to it. Are you holding Seamus and Gus?”
    â€œFor now. They’re not telling the whole truth. Maybe not any of the truth. I’m keeping them until I hear from the authorities in New York and Canada. There’s something off about those two. I don’t think they were out all night fishing. We didn’t find any fish.”
    â€œThere was one,” Liv said. “Chaz and I saw it. They were going to give it to the Zimmerman sisters.”
    Bill looked to Chaz for confirmation.
    He nodded.
    A.K. looked from Liv to Chaz to Bill. “Locking them up won’t help get anything from them. Just the opposite.”
    Liv was surprised at the tone of his voice—persuasive, but not commanding, for a change.
    Bill’s mouth tightened. “I guess we can move them to one of the larger interrogation rooms. Get them something to eat. But before I release