Jack looked at Ross. “You don’t sweat, do you?”
Ross shook his head and stared at the body bag.
“He’s from the East coast, likes this weather,” Jack said to the Sheriff.
The Sheriff handed Jack and Ross purple latex gloves and put on a pair himself before grabbing the zipper of the bag in his right hand and the top edge of the bag in his left to allow the zipper to open smoothly. “I really don’t like this,” the Sheriff said.
Jack nodded and looked at the bag in anticipation. “Nobody does.”
The Sheriff took a deep breath and slowly zipped open the black body bag about halfway before spreading the bag to reveal the body. Jack stood and looked at the face and hair.
“Damn it,” Ross said. “It’s her.” He turned and walked to the lake.
“Who?” Jack asked.
Jack looked back at the girl and a sense of recognition came over him.
“He knows her?” The Sheriff’s voice drifted quietly past him. “People don’t exactly look the same dead as they did alive. The life force is gone. No muscle tone and the skin looks grey. Plus, she’s been in the water.”
Jack closed his eyes. “No other clothes, jewelry?”
“No.”
“Tattoos, piercings?”
“Nothing obvious, but we didn’t look too closely, yet.” The Sheriff’s voice got a little tighter. “You know who she is? Think she’s linked to the bank murder?”
Jack stood up and closed the body bag until just her face showed. “We know her. She worked at the bank.”
“Ross, you OK?” Jack joined Ross and they both stood at the shore, looking out over the lake.
“I’m OK.”
“This is where we were last night,” Jack said.
“It’s not a coincidence that she’s here, is it?” Ross asked.
“I don’t think so. I don’t believe in this kind of coincidence. She works at the bank. You work out with her and get attacked, and now she’s found here. I think the Governor has another victim.”
A jet ski came roaring towards them, slowed as it got closer to the scene, and paralleled the shore about fifty yards out. The teen boy driving looked over the scene.
“Those look fun to ride,” Ross said.
Jack watched the kid as he answered. “My father-in-law hates them. He’s got a cabin up north. They’re loud and create havoc in his sanctuary.”
Jack took a step towards the lake and started waving the kid in. “He’s out here this early, he probably lives on the lake; let’s see if he knows anything.”
The kid got a look of panic on this face, turned the Jet Ski out to the open water of the lake, and accelerated away.
Jack yelled to the men behind him, “Sheriff, we got a runner!”
“God damn it. Stevie, go get him!” the Sheriff yelled out to the officer in the water patrol boat. The deputy accelerated away from the group in pursuit of the Jet Ski.
Jack pushed the bass boat off the shore and high-stepped through the water out to it, yelling over his shoulder, “Junior, let’s go!” Jack grabbed onto the side of the bass boat so it wouldn’t drift away. The water was up to his crotch. He looked at the 225 hp motor mounted on the back of the boat. Ross splashed through the water behind him, wading out to the boat. “Hi,” Jack said to the man behind the wheel. “We’re with the FBI. What’s your name?”
“Bert.”
“Bert, you can catch that kid with this, right?”
Bert smiled and said, “Not a problem,” and turned the key. The motor started with a throaty roar.
“How am I supposed to get in?” Ross asked, waving his right arm in the sling like a broken wing.
Jack crouched and intertwined his fingers under the water. “Step here, like you’re getting on a horse.”
Ross held the boat with his left hand, stepped into the stirrup Jack had created, and swung his other leg into the boat without kicking Jack in the head. He climbed into the seat to the left of the driver.
Jack grabbed the side of the boat, pushed himself up and in as it rocked down, scrambled up to the front deck, and sat on the floor. “Let’s go!”
“Hang on,” Bert said. The nose of the boat rose into the air as the motor thrust drove the back end forward and the nose up.
Jack was thrown onto his back and struggled against gravity and momentum to right himself until the boat planed out. He scrambled to his knees and grabbed onto a rope as they raced across the smooth surface of the lake, following the wake of the Sheriff’s patrol boat in pursuit of the teen on the jet ski.
“Are you OK, Jack?” Ross asked.
“I’m fine. Can we catch him?” Jack yelled back.
Bert inched the throttle further ahead and the boat accelerated. “His top speed, if he’s gutsy enough to push it, is fifty or sixty. We’re faster. We’ll catch him.”
The teen was out in the middle of the lake with nowhere to hide, making a beeline for the other side of the lake. He was about three hundred yards ahead of the Sheriff. Bert steered to the left out of the Sheriff’s wake and passed him.
“Let’s swing out and cut him off. Show him he can’t outrun us.” Smiling, Jack turned and looked at Ross. “You OK, Junior?”
“I’m fine.”
Bert ran parallel to the teen. “Hey, kid!” Jack yelled. “Stop! We just want to talk to you!”
The kid veered to the right.
“He’s more maneuverable than we are,” Bert said.
Ross chimed in. “Let’s cut him off and make some waves. He has to slow down for the waves.”
Bert circled the boat to the right. Jack rocked left and grabbed onto the side.
“Hang on, Jack,” Ross yelled.
The bass boat was on the tail of the jet ski; it passed it on the right side and then turned left, making waves in front of the jet skier, forcing him back in the direction they had come from. The kid hit the waves, jumping the machine into the air. The jet ski motor groaned and screamed as it left the water and reentered.
Jack was on his knees on the front of the boat. “Come on, kid. We’re with the FBI and just want to talk. You aren’t going to lose us!”
The boy sat atop the idling machine as it bobbed in the water and looked at Jack, then over his shoulder at the Sheriff’s boat that was approaching.
“Turn it off and we’ll come over and talk,” Jack added.
The boy turned off the jet ski and the sound of the idling motor stopped. “Is she dead?” he asked.
“Let’s go talk to him,” said Jack.
Chapter 29
Jack spoke slowly and quietly to control the emotion and to keep Junior focused on procedures and the job ahead of them.
“I think somebody killed her. You heard what the kid told us. She was on a big boat partying the last they saw her. We’ll know more by the end of day after the ME makes a ruling. If this was related, we need to keep doing our jobs and find the Governor.”
Jack opened and closed cupboard doors in the kitchen. “Where are your glasses, Junior? I need a drink of water.”
Ross walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and handed it to Jack. “We don’t know shit, do we?”
“Not yet, Junior, but we will.” Jack drank his glass of water, thinking about how to calm Ross down. “Junior, you get changed and then you and I are going to Mrs. Humphrey’s funeral to see if anybody shows up there that shouldn’t be there, besides us. Then we’re going to see what else we can find out about Sandy. The Sheriff will keep looking for the boat.”
In the kitchen, Jack pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and called the Sheriff. While the phone rang, he refilled his water glass, walked into the living room, and sat on the couch. Ross had an apartment typical of a new agent; small, sparsely decorated, used furniture, his road bike parked in the living room, and boxes lined up against the wall, still not unpacked.
“Chief, it’s agent Jack Miller. Find that boat yet or learn anything else new from the boys?”
“We’ve been checking landings, assuming he docked it. We’re moving out into the lake now to see if it’s anchored. Got a better description of the boat from the boys. That’s about it.”