At the bar and grill in Ellison Bay, he was contemplating the specials scrawled on the blackboard when Rowe texted him saying that Andrew’s story about the stamp collector checked out. Just as Cubiak was about to place his lunch order, another message came through. Com hurri. The muddled text was from Andrew. The sheriff called. No answer. Heading out the door, he called the duty deputy. “What’s going on?” “Nothing. Why?” “Where the hell are you?” Cubiak said. “Gills Rock. Andrew wanted smoked fish.” “Jesus. Get down here now. He just texted me. Something’s happened.” A few minutes after two, Cubiak pulled up to the estate gate. He nodded to the half-dozen reporters who swarmed the jeep but ignored the recorders they thrust at the closed window and the notepads in their outstretched hands. A newly hired security guard let the sheriff pass. He was taking the first curve when Andrew emerged from the trees. Cubiak braked, and Andrew grabbed the door. “I can’t stay here,”
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