He would be looking for anyone who might be hiding and could be seen from above. Viewing the terrain from a height would give him a perspective they did not have right now. It might shake loose an idea or two. Probably for his next screenplay. Laura saw the crime techs out. She oversaw the transfer of the body to the M.E.'s van, and after that, the transport of the car to a flatbed truck headed for Tucson, then followed them down the canyon road. She turned off at Madera Canyon Cabins. There were a lot of ways to describe the cabins scattered near the road. Quaint. Rustic. Americana. Charming. Growing up, Laura used to come with her parents to Madera Canyon, but only for the day. She always looked longingly at the cabins, wishing they would stay there just once. It was like a little wonderland, like the houses you might see on the North Pole, especially the one time they'd come out around Christmas. They drove back in the evening and the Christmas lights had come on—all blue. Set back a little from the road, with wild grass and low fieldstone walls and oaks and bird feeders and walnut trees, the little glade seemed enchanted.
