Yesterday’s wind had blown the clouds away, and uncommon March sunlight soaked the greening earth. The Tracker bounced along. Noel gloried in crocuses, hyacinths, flowering cherries, plums, and magnolias. Miraculous spring! Hard, on a sopping winter day, to believe spring will someday return. The sun warmed his face. Before leaving, Kyra had handed him a key. “Here.” “What?” “Yours. To the US office of Triple-I.” “Your place?” “I have the Triple-I Canada key. Your place.” “Thanks.” He smiled and pocketed it. “Coupeville’s about an hour. Time for coffee.” She hesitated. “Uhmm—our appointments are at ten-thirty.” “The same time?” Kyra flicked him a glance. “The only morning time for both the sheriff and the funeral guy.”