All the Colors of the Dark — Chapter 167

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They found the body at Iona’s Beach.

Saint took the call late, still at her desk, Himes on the other end. She heard the tap of Newton’s cradle, the sip of coffee, and, finally, Himes

biting into something.

“You can always eat,” she said.

“I can.”

“Doesn’t mean that you should.”

“Or that I shouldn’t.”

The fax took a while, Saint pacing her office as the images slowly

emerged.

“Pink sand,” she said.

“Something to do with the rockface and waves and blah blah blah.”

“I like it when you get technical.”

Eight pages. She sat back on her chair and stared at the site, dug out far and deep. Nothing but bones. In time they would find out the girl’s name was Crystal Wright.

Saint stared at the preservation of rosary beads.

“He traveled,” she said.

“He did.”

“How many more?”

At that Himes finally stopped eating. “One is too many.”

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