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It was a body。
Fishing off the bay at Peacock Park in Coconut Grove on Sundays； all day on Sunday； standing on the same spot of fine white sand beside his favorite clump of sea grape trees； Vernon Sawyer had seen enough floaters over the years to know one from a distance。 And this one was bobbing only fifteen yards out； just beyond his plastic red and white cork； a patch of unexpected shade for a school of minnows that had just vanished underneath it。
That was the thing about this park； which seemed to Vernon like a tiny strip of paradise for the mon man。 There was more to it than the neatly planted rows of coconut palms； or the view of the legion of rich folks' sailboats docked across the way。 You never knew what you would find here； whether it was a squatters' campsite built from plastic wrapped around a trio of palm trees or an unforgettable conversation with a vagrant who'd seen the world and who understood its workings； inside his unkempt head； better than any coiffed； overfed politician he might ever meet。
That was why Vernon came here； for the surprises。 It sure wasn't for the fish。
Today's surprise； the body； was fairly fresh； hardly any swelling； not puffed the way bodies get when they've been in the water for days。 Once； Vernon had seen a brother who'd ballooned so big that his skin had peeled off white； except in spots。
Not this one。 Not her。
It was a woman； a white lady； he could see that。 She looked almost serene； bobbing facedown in the rust…colored water as though she were embracing it。 Her white hair fanned around her head like a lace wedding veil。 Her lifeless body was clothed in a pair of soaked khakis and a dark shirt； maybe plaid。
Shame； Vernon thought。 She'd preserved a quiet dignity like this； floating undisturbed； never mind the empty water jug and plastic bag drifting beside her。 Soon； with all of the flashing sirens and strangers' hands pulling on her； probing her； she'd be just another corpse。 Her spirit might be at rest； but her body's work for the day had just begun。
The current was lulling her and her entourage of trash toward him； so Vernon decided to fish her out himself。 He was a fisherman； after all； even if all he used was a cane pole baited with bread； and even if he couldn't remember the last time he'd caught anything living。 He wasn't afraid to touch bodies； they were just vessels； more or less； like the empty Coke bottles and crushed cigarette packages strewn across the water's edge。
Vernon yanked his line out of the water； and his suspicion was confirmed。 The bait was long gone。 Some crafty little bugger had taken it without so much as a ripple。 Anyone who doesn't think fish are as smart as people don't know many fish； Vernon thought。
He cast the line out as far as he could； aiming for the back of the dead woman's shirt collar； then gently pulled on it to see if something would catch。
Something did。 He must have snagged her skin or clothing； because the line went pletely taut when Vernon pulled。 He'd have to stand up for this one； he decided。 Even an old woman's body； waterlogged； weighed much more than he'd counted on。
By the time the cane pole snapped in half； the body was close enough for Vernon to wade out and grab the pudgy； lifeless fingers。 〃Thatta girl；〃 Vernon mumbled； gripping her tight to guide her from her floating grave。
Rolling the corpse over； breathing just a bit hard from the ordeal； Vernon almost didn't recognize her at first。
She was more bloated than he'd thought； her face roundish and smoothed nearly free of the most familiar wrinkles。 And the eyes he'd known had always flickered and danced； he'd never seen these cloud…gray dead eyes on this particular face before。
Strange as it was； the first thing he recognized was the smile。 It was the same one he'd seen nearly every Sunday for ten years； the ready； thin…lipped smile that had brought them from being strangers to damn near being friends who shared only a love for the park。 Friends enough that he'd warned her time and again about swimming out here by herself； a woman her age； old enough to be his mother。 And friends enough that he had to swallow back hard and clamp his teeth shut when he realized that even though the smile was still there； his friend was long gone。
〃Darn you； Marion；〃 he whispered； brushing a glistening gum wrapper from her matted hair。 〃What've you gone and done now？〃
Fay didn't want Britt to hug her too long； because then the forting numbness of the shock might wear off； and she wasn't ready for that yet。 Right now； she felt like she was in the middle of an elaborate movie scene at the edge of the bay； and the stunt double for her grandmother； entombed in a black body bag inside of the ambulance beside her； was the victim of some freak accident on the set。 That fantasy was almost keeping her from shaking at all。
〃Kid； I'm so sorry；〃 Britt said。 Then； instinctively； Britt knew she had to snap out of human mode and let her machinery take over。 Poor Fay wouldn't be any good to her if she crumbled into an emotional wreck。 Marion McAlister Williams had been much more than Fay's grandmother； she was the whole city's surrogate guardian； its conscience； and now she'd been found dead as if she'd been choked by the trash she'd decried for so long。 Everyone would want answers； and Britt had to find some fast。
Britt paused； her pen in midstroke from scribbling wildly in her notebook。 Between the impending Castro visit and Marion McAlister Williams's sudden death； she was juggling two huge stories； possibly three； depending on what was going on with those heads。 Should she phone her editor for backup？
Yeah； right； she thought。 〃What did the police say to you？〃 Britt asked Fay； regaining her senses。
〃They aren't saying much；〃 Fay answered in a hollow voice。 〃All I know is； a fisherman pulled her out of the water about an hour ago。 That guy over there。 He's giving a statement。〃
〃Do you think she went swimming？〃
〃Not with her clothes on。 No way。 She's the one who taught me； 'It's naked or nothing。' Britt； I'm thinking 。。。 〃
Britt nodded。 〃I know。 It's connected to the Castro heads。 I'm thinking the same thing。 So's Jake。 He's already headed for her house。 We're all over this。 Don't worry。〃
Suddenly； something broke through Fay's frozen thoughts to bring her attention to the water。 She'd seen something moving out there； something big。 Another body？ Had her grandmother's murderers killed Phil； too？
But when she saw the dark gray head pop out of a wake； she realized it was only Booger。 He was everywhere； like a swimming spirit guide。 Booger had probably been witness to the whole horrible business from beginning to end。 All of the answers were right there behind those doleful； dull black eyes。 If only manatees could talk 。。。 At least Flipper could splash and make frantic chattering sounds； Fay thought。 Eventually； the kid and his dad had always figured it out： Danger。 This way。 Hurry。
With Booger； nothing。
Then Fay felt the shock thinning。 Her grandmother was gone。 〃Britt；〃 she said； barely a whisper。 〃I've lost her。〃
Britt stared at her friend's wide； wondering eyes； framed by strands of blond hair blown across her forehead。 For the first time in a long time； Britt couldn't think of a snappy eback。
〃Um 。。。 excuse me。 Miss； are you Marion's granddaughter？〃
It was the black fisherman； shading his eyes from the glare of the sunset with one hand as he stood before them； his features grim。 Gazing at the dark； tallish man with salt…and…pepper hair； Fay realized she'd seen him around； fishing with a bamboo pole。
Fay could only nod。
〃You're the one who found her；〃 Britt said。 〃Boy； do we need to talk to you。 Hope you don't mind。〃
〃Don't mind a'tall；〃 the man said； smiling sadly。 〃Marion was a fine； fine lady。 I'm just so sick about the circumstances。 Always told her to be careful； but I never in a million years expected her to drown。 Not Marion。〃
〃She didn't just drown；〃 Fay said with certainty。
〃That's why we have to ask you questions。 We're sure she had some help。〃
The man's face went slack with surprise。 〃You don't say？ Well； I'll be damned。 The police didn't say anything like that； about a murder。 In that case； I hope I haven't made a mistake。 I guess I've been holding on to something you might call evidence。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 Britt asked。
The fisherman looked nervous； glancing back toward the police officers crowded around the open ambulance door。 〃Well 。。。 I didn't think it was right to give it to them。 I wanted to wait for someone from the family。 Thought that would be the proper thing。〃
〃What？〃 Fay asked。
〃You see； miss 。。。 I know Marion was dead when I pulled her out of the water。 I took her pulse to be sure； but I knew。 Even the police say she'd probably been in there some time； maybe a full day。 But when I found her； she had the tiniest smile on her face。 You can't see it now。 It was gone； last I checked。 But we were friends； your grandmother and I。 This might sound funny； but it was like she'd saved that smile for me。 And after I pulled her out； I was sitting beside her； looking at her； sorry she was gone； when I felt something land on my hand。〃
Seeing their rapt faces； the fisherman look