The Edge

More than a dozen feet below there was nothing except a shelf of blackened and eroded rocks and boulders that acted as a natural sea wall against the pounding surf. It was close to high tide now, and hard spray from the incoming water meeting this immovable boundary of stone nearly reached them where they stood.

Fuss shone her light on one spot and held it.

“Right about there,” she said.

“The body had fallen from here to there after Jenny was shot,” explained Harper.

Devine looked at where they were all standing and then down at the rocks. “You’re sure that’s what happened? She was shot and then fell down there?”

“Pretty damn sure, yeah. I mean, what else?” said Harper.

“How was the body facing?”

Harper looked at Fuss, who said, “Best as I can remember, head to land and feet out to the ocean. She could’ve flipped over on her way down, since she was shot from the front.”

“Best as you can remember? Didn’t somebody take pictures? Didn’t the feds go over it before the body was moved?”

Fuss barked, “Hell, we couldn’t leave her there. Tide was coming in and there was a storm. She would have been washed out to sea if we waited another minute.”

“But you have pictures, before she was moved?”

“Look, Devine, you weren’t here, okay?” said Fuss. “The water was all over Jenny when we got here. You heard Doc Guillaume. Time of death was between nine and eleven. We didn’t get here until after two in the morning. We had to move fast, real fast. And we’re not CSI. We got one ambulance and two volunteer EMTs in Putnam. I called in everybody I could, including some men I knew from the county with climbing experience to go down there and help bring her up. Before they got here we put a rope around Jenny to keep her from getting swept out. We all got soaked to the skin, and the water was so cold it damn well burned. We had to use a truck with a winch to bring her up, but we did our best to make sure we did as little damage to the body as possible. We didn’t have hours or days to plan this out, we had minutes,” she ended with a bark, her posture all defensive and annoyed.

“Okay, okay,” said Devine. “I get it. Where was the casing found?”

They led him back to a spot that lined up with where Jenny had been shot and gone over the edge. Devine gauged it to be a little over three hundred or so yards from where Jenny had purportedly been shot. There was a cleft in the tree line here with an unobstructed sight line to the edge of the bluff.

On his voicing this opinion on the distance, Fuss told him, “It’s three hundred and twenty-one yards. I measured it myself.”

Devine worked the sight line and trajectory in his head. While officers could not become snipers in the Army, Devine had supervised several teams of snipers and spotters. He was intimately familiar with the weapons and ammo used, the physiological processes involved, and the ballistic calculations that went into ending the life of another human being over substantial distances using a long-barreled rifle and scope. And he came away with the conclusion that things were not making sense. “You’re sure this is the spot?” he asked.

Fuss said angrily, “I marked it myself! We did have the time to work the scene up here. That was where the casing was found and I’ll swear to that in court.”

Devine knew they were upset that the feds were looking over their shoulders and controlling the investigation and the processing of the evidence. But was there something else behind Fuss’s look of vitriol?

“Any evidence of robbery?”

“None. She had two rings and a necklace and a fancy watch, a Breitling,” said Fuss, her tone less aggressive now. “We got it all back in the evidence room along with her other things.”

“Purse, wallet?”

“I imagine they’re back in her room. If you give the okay we can search it finally,” said Harper.

“Tomorrow morning work for you?” said Devine. “Nine o’clock? I’ll bring the coffee. Saw a place close to the inn. Maine Brew. How’s that sound?”

“Sure, that works,” said Harper in a friendlier tone, acknowledging this olive branch offered by Devine. “We both take it black.”

“I suppose with the weather there were no footprints, tire tracks?”

“We looked,” said Fuss. “But it was a quagmire by then. Truck we used to winch her up got stuck. Had to get a tow truck to pull it out. We weren’t getting any trace from that mess.”

Devine looked back at the cliff where Jenny had allegedly gone over. “So, how did Palmer find her body? He would have had to go right up to the edge and then look down.”

Harper said, “Earl told me he was out walking late that night. He couldn’t sleep.”

“Out walking, in the pouring rain?”

Fuss interjected, “Earl Palmer had nothing to do with what happened to Jenny.”

Devine kept his gaze on Harper. “Never said he did. I’m just trying to understand the situation. I have superiors I have to report to, and they’ll be asking me very pointed questions, like I’m asking you.”

Harper and Fuss exchanged a glance, a worried one.