Had a handsome face, broad shoulders, soft brown eyes, and brown hair. Diane had only recently met him, but she liked him. He had helped her when she had needed help most. Recently out of the military, he was now a private detective and Diane often tossed work his way when she could. He smiled and nodded to Diane and Garnett as he walked in. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Garnett. “Please say you understand what is going on,” said Diane. “I wish I could. But I do have some information. You may already have it.” “I doubt it,” said Diane. “I am in total darkness. If you have even a small candle, I’ll be grateful.” He pulled out a notebook, opened it, but didn’t look at it. “The, ah, murders didn’t happen in Río de Sangue. That’s simply the nearest large village with a telephone. The phone’s in a bar on a dock on the river. The river is how they get their supplies and mail.” He leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees. The dead men listed on the warrant—Aaron Bowhay, Pico Nune, Luis Portman, and Razer Arizmendi—were local thugs in the area.
