He talked via radio to the Coast Guard and the Lucy, then turned to Megan. “So you’ll be wanting to look round the scene of the crime, Sergeant?” “Yes, sir. Though ‘wanting’ isn’t the word I’d choose. I ought to ask a few questions first, though, when they bring them out. Assuming they speak English.” The Daisy D.’s skipper shook his head. “That’ll have to wait till after. The sooner we get you in and out, the safer.” “Because of the tide?” “It’s turned. And the wind’s rising. Once the swells start rolling into the cave, it’ll be too dangerous. It’s bad enough already for trained personnel. If it wasn’t a matter of life and death … We’re too late for one of the poor devils. You heard?” “Yes. That’s why it’s urgent that I see the place. The sooner we get to work, the better chance we’ll have of collecting evidence. As far as we’re concerned, finding the people is only the first step. Hell, I haven’t got a camera, let alone a fingerprint kit!”
