There had been so many law enforcement personnel on site that she hadn’t even met them all, but everyone had been nice, except for Agent Cody. And it wasn’t that he’d been rude or anything. He’d just been so...intense. As if what had happened was a personal affront to him. Brusque. That might be a way to describe the man. Curt, or maybe tightly wound. Kind of a shame. Both he and his partner were certainly striking looking, the kind who made you look when they walked in. One had asked that she call him by his given name and not Special Agent McCullough. He’d grinned when he’d told her that his name was Diego and explained that his mom had been a Cuban immigrant at the tender age of two. She’d grown up in Miami and married the Anglo doctor she’d met when she broke her foot playing soccer her senior year of college. “That’s Miami for you,” he’d told her with another smile.
She’d liked that. And she liked him.
As to his partner...
The man hadn’t had two words to say to her that weren’t directly concerned with the case. His features seemed to be composed of granite, totally immobile and incapable of expression. His eyes were almost black, they were so dark a brown, and while he ticked her off to no end, she couldn’t help but feel something like a warm charge suffuse her when he gave her his intense stare.
“Stick up his butt,” she muttered softly to herself.
Time to get back to work. The day was almost over. Cocoa’s discovery would be the talk of the town for several days, and then something else would capture the public’s imagination. And as far as she was concerned, that was a very good thing.
She opened her eyes. And started.
He was there. The agent. Not Diego, but stick-up-the-butt Agent Cody.
She wondered how long he had been standing there right in front of her.
And she wondered just how loudly she had spoken.
She flat-out stared at him for several seconds, stunned to see him.
“Agent Cody,” she said finally. “Well. How nice. You’re back. Just in time for the fund-raiser.”
“I’m not here for the fund-raiser,” he told her.
“That’s a pity. The food is excellent,” she said, and then shook her head. “Look, Agent Cody, this place readily turned itself inside out for you today, and we’re willing to do anything to help. But tonight’s event is very important for us.”
“I’m not here to bother you or break up your party,” he assured her.
She just stared back at him. He definitely had a blind side. It was tonight, and he was here.
And he was definitely a bother.
“I need you and your dolphin tomorrow,” he told her.
“First, I’m working tomorrow. Second, I don’t have a dolphin. I don’t own any of the dolphins, and I’m not a trainer. I’m pretty new to the facility, as a matter of fact,” she told him.
“I’ve already spoken with Mr. Miller, and he says that he’s willing for you, Rick and Cocoa to participate in what I propose, as long as we record the process for research purposes.”
“In what you propose?” Lara echoed slowly. She turned to look toward the dining area. Grady Miller was still standing by Sonia and Ely, but he was looking at her and Agent Cody. And when he caught her looking at him, he nodded gravely.
When had all this happened? How long had she been standing there in the mist?
“I’m leaving,” Agent Cody assured her. “I really just interrupted you in your—your moment of whatever—to let you know about tomorrow and to thank you. You were a tremendous help today, and I’m hoping that we fare better tomorrow.”
She hoped she wasn’t staring at him quite as blankly and stupidly as she had a feeling she was.
“You’re welcome,” she told him. “As Grady told you, we’re more than willing to help. Whoever did...that needs to be brought to justice. I have absolutely no idea what you’re proposing. I’m sure I will tomorrow, though.” There. Hopefully she sounded semi-intelligent.
“We’re going to search the bay,” he told her.
“For?”
“More of the victim.”
She was no cop, but she knew enough to know that what he was proposing was like seeking the proverbial needle in a haystack. He was crazy.
“In all of Biscayne Bay?” she asked.
“We’re researching online tonight,” he told her. “We’re going to track the tides and the wind patterns, try to pinpoint where more body parts might have ended up, where someone might have dumped them so that the foot and finger ended up here.”
Lara blinked. “Someone might have spent hours—maybe days—dumping body parts in all different places,” she said quietly.
“That’s true. We’re going to assume that the plan was to have them end up spread out, but we also believe the killer was in a hurry to get rid of the evidence and wouldn’t have taken any more time than necessary.”
“I’m really sorry, but I don’t know how much help I can be. I’ve tried explaining. I’m not—”
“You’re not a trainer. I know. But Grady believes that like dogs and cats, dolphins pick who they like. Cocoa likes you. And Rick Laramie will be helping us, too. Do you dive?”
“Dive? I— No.”
“You do swim. I know because I’ve seen you in the water.”
“How observant. Yes, I can swim. But I’m from Virginia, Agent Cody. We didn’t do a lot of diving in Richmond, not in my family, at least. If you need a diver—”
“According to Grady Miller, I need you,” he told her. “Thank you so much, Miss Ainsworth. Enjoy your party. I’ll see you in the morning.”