“No, you dope! Sherrill’s dead. Someone shot him and set fire to the ship. If we hadn’t spotted him when we did he would never have been found.”
“A pretty expensive funeral,” Kerman said, looking blank.
“Not if the ship’s insured. You talk to Paula. I want to look at this,” and I pulled Anona Freedlander’s dossier out of my hip pocket.
Kerman gave me a flashlight.
“What is it?” he asked.
I stared at the first page of the dossier, scarcely believing my eyes.
Paula said, “Vic, hadn’t we better decide what we’re going to do?”
“Do? Jack and I are going right after Anona. I want you to tell Mifflin about Sherrill. Get
him to come out to Maureen Crosby’s cliff house fast. It’s going to finish tonight.”
She stared at him.