I said as I watched Martha deftly cutting up some pieces of liver. “I mean, whose film was it if it wasn’t Ryan’s? Can you tell me that? Do you think someone wanted it badly enough to try to kill us for it?” “Doesn’t make sense, Cordi. Besides, the film was lost in the rapids.” “What if there was something incriminating on it and someone just wanted to destroy it? Sounds better than being a martyr to a bunch of insects, doesn’t it?” Martha looked up with interest. “You mean your close call had nothing to do with the larvae?” “I’m not saying that exactly. I thought at first that it was the larvae, but maybe it was the film. The police report gibes with what I saw: there was an empty film canister and the camera was empty. That means at least one film is missing. The film we found wasn’t in a canister, and if the film had something incriminating on it, it might have been enough for someone who saw us find it to dump our canoe to get rid of it, not aiming to kill us but just to get rid of the film.”
