what they were, but he knew that they were important.
With excruciating slowness, his mind began to function again. He remembered that his father had already turned in for the night. That meant the responsibility for reporting what had happened fell to him. So did looking after the poor woman whoâd made that grisly discovery. He forced himself to speak.
âTricia, take Sadie to the conference room and keep her company until Sherri can come talk to her.â
He saw questions in Triciaâs eyes, but the look on his face apparently convinced her that it was not the time to ask them. She grasped Sadie firmly by the elbow and led the older woman away. Dan watched them go and then pulled himself together and made a beeline for Sherri and Pete.
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This was so not good.
With one hand shielding her mouth and nose, Sherri Willett bent toward the body. The battery-powered lantern she held in the other hand provided the only light and made everything look surreal.
She wished this were a hallucination, but sheâd already confirmed what Dan had told her, and what Sadie LeBlanc had told him. This man had no pulse. He was definitely dead. More than that, he had been murdered.
Sherri now had to do what Dan hadnât. She swallowed convulsively, then bent closer. She saw the cause of death all too clearly. The victimâs throat had been cut.
The murder weapon lay nearby. A skean dhu. Sherri could make out a clan crest on the handle, but the angle was wrong and the lighting too poor to allow her to identify it. She glanced at the top of the victimâs kilt hose and spotted an empty sheath. Apparently, heâd been killed with his own knife.
Spots appeared before Sherriâs eyes. Suddenly the smell of blood was too much for her. She started to gag.
Hands clamped down on her shoulders, hauling her out of the storage room and into the corridor. She made no objection when Pete closed the door on the horror within. Neither did she protest when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Her stomach roiled, then settled, but shudders continued to rack her body.
They stood that way, clinging to each other, for several more minutes, until Sherri finally managed to stop shaking. Sheâd seen death before, even murder, but not like that. Even with the solid wooden door separating her from the body, the sharp tang of all that blood stayed with her. She wondered if sheâd ever be able to forget that smell.
âIâm okay,â she said at last, easing out of Peteâs embrace. She had to be. âIâve got work to do,â she added in a voice that was slightly steadier. âFirst off, we need to contact the state police andâ¦â
The words trailed off as she realized she wouldnât be able to follow standard procedure on this one. The same howling winds that had knocked out power and phone service had damaged the towers that relayed signals for cell phones and police radios. Until work crews braved the storm to make repairs, she was cut off. On her own. She, Officer Sherri Willett of the Moosetookalook Police Department, was solely responsible for securing and preserving the crime scene and for handling the initial stages of the investigation. If she screwed upâ¦
Well, she wouldnât. True, she couldnât complete the first two stepsâcalling the state police and the attorney generalâbut she would go by the book for everything else.
She just wished she had a copy of âthe bookâ with her.
Sherri glanced at the storage room door. Had she touched anything? She didnât think so. Still, she should have put on gloves before she went in. Why hadnât she thought of that sooner? Had she gotten the victimâs blood on her hands? She stared at them, but didnât see any stains. That didnât mean they werenât there. Lantern light didnât provide the best illumination in the world.
âOkay. Okay, I can do this,â she
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