Once Emma left, he gathered binoculars, his cell phone and his computer and headed back into Cape Churn, determined to find out who owned the yacht anchored in the bay. If it was Phillip, the race had begun and he didn’t have much time to find what cargo was on board the Pelageya. Nearing town, he hit the speed dial for headquarters. On the first ring, Royce picked up. “Thomas, what did you find?” “The yacht and a body.” “The cargo?” “Not readily obvious. I’m diving again tomorrow to look a little closer.” “The body?” “Appears to be the captain, from what I could tell.” “Died because of the wreck, or did he wreck because he was dead?” “Someone killed him. I found a bullet wound hidden in his hair.” It had been hard to spot, and there had only been an entrance wound.
