Page 59 of Investigate Away
A sobering silence settled between them. They stared at each other for a few moments. Kara hadn’t known her sister that well, but she’d been Callie’s rock.
“Oh, before I forget,” Kara said. “Ivy thought of something when it comes to the ravens.”
“Yeah. What’s that?”
“A spirit animal. Interestingly enough, when I gave her some information about you, she thought the raven was your spirit animal.”
“That’s weird.”
“That’s what I thought, but she’s putting together an entire thing on it. When she’s done, I’ll send it to you.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Callie’s pulse kicked up. Perhaps the killer thought the dolphin and now the raven was her spirit animal. Or represented whoever the killer was murdering over and over again, if that was indeed the motive. She quickly opened her research folder and made a note to research that concept more thoroughly.
A Langley police car turned the bend in front of Jag’s house.
“Kara. I’ve got to go. Say hello to Ivy for me.”
“Will do. Love you, Callie girl.” Kara blew a kiss before the screen turned dark.
Callie set the computer to the side and stood, watching Jenna step from the driver’s seat.
“Hi, Callie, how are you?”
“I’m okay,” she called from the second-story deck. “Did Jag send you to check on me?”
Jenna shook her head. “He sent me to tell you he’s going to be late.”
“Why?”
“A body was found over at Beverly Beach. It was brutal. The sheriff’s office was the first on the scene. When they called Jag for help, they didn’t give him all the details.”
Callie clutched her chest. It hurt to breathe. “What did Jag find when he got there?”
“He thinks it’s the first kill for this cycle,” Jenna said.
* * *
The city of Langley was more like a small town. It didn’t cover a lot of space on Whidbey Island, and his jurisdiction was generally limited, but the sheriff’s office often relied on Jag’s support.
And he never said no.
But a second dead body on the island within a couple of days of each other?
That never happened.
“What exactly did DeSantis say?” Jag rested his elbow on the open window. The chilly spring air filled the patrol car, cooling his nerves.
Jenna punched the gas, turning down Beach Drive. “A body was found in an Airbnb this afternoon after a neighbor complained about the smell. The rental had been secured for the entire month, so no one was checking on it.”
“Who actually found the body?” Jag asked.
“The landlord used his key when no one came to the door. The body was presented on the bed.”
“I don’t like how you used that word.”
Jenna adjusted her shades, which was funny because the sun wasn’t very strong this afternoon. “I’m only repeating what DeSantis said.”
“What do you think?”
