I flashed my badge at the native dispatcher. “I’m investigating the death of the American. Were there any other crimes that day?”
She thought momentarily, then flipped thru a stack of reports. “Only a rental car theft, which was later recovered from the bottom of a cliff near the Island National Park.”
That was near the area the body was discovered in. Was there a connection between the two crimes I wondered? “Thank you,” I said with a smile before leaving.
That serene Easter day, is where my story began. My name is Ian Christian, and I was the Federal Police Inspector, assigned to the case.