“But where’s Byson?” Ben asked as he lounged on the sofa. “All you got was that one stupid call?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been looking for him all day. No one’s seen him. I even called the hospitals and the morgue, but no one brought in recently matched Jung’s description. I don’t know which tail to chase first, his or Darby’s or Ayers’s.”

“Hate to say it, but it kinda sounds like he hit that boat, then ran,” Whip said. “That’s what I’d do. Only a fool hangs around waiting for the cops to show up.” He slid a sideways glance at Ben, who narrowed shrewd eyes at him. Ben was a cop. Whip was an ex-felon. Neither was fully comfortable with the other, at least not yet.

“I’m worried about that black car you saw,” Barb said. “I wish I’d seen it.”

“You would have, if you hadn’t fallen asleep in the front seat.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “You travel eight thousand miles and see how long you stay awake.”

“I got a partial plate,” I said, eyeing Ben. “And a quick look at a decal.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Uh-oh.”

“I could ask Marta,” I said.

He snorted. “No, you can’t. Marta’s pissed at you. You know how I know? Because she called me to tell me just how pissed she was at you.”

“Are you going to run it?”

He grimaced, sat up. “Suspicious vehicle hanging around an active crime scene?” He rose from the couch, groaning with the effort. “I think I can spin that.”

I relayed the numbers from the plate, then watched as he stepped into my dining room to make his call, closing the sliding doors behind him. I stood, paced nervously, waiting. Someone in that car had a vested interest in what I was doing, in what the police were doing. They took my picture. Why? My money was on Stephen Ayers. He was making himself scarce, avoiding me, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in seeing that his brother’s case stayed closed. Maybe Felton had been in the car, gathering evidence to sue me for something. Was there something on that boat Stephen was willing to kill his brother for? And where did Jung fit in? What had he done? Where the hell was he?

“It’s good to see you again, Sister Barbara,” Pouch said, grinning widely, filling the silence. “And from halfway around the world, too, isn’t that amazing? What brings you back?”