hand. “Let’s get to the remains before the skies open up.”
There wasn’t anything she could tell him that he hadn’t already guessed. “You’ll have to wait for the autopsy for more,” she said.
“Ankita.” Will crouched down beside her. “Can you prioritize Miriama?” He lowered his voice. “Everyone’s writing this off as a drowning, but I knew her. She was too smart and athletic to stumble off a cliff or go running along the beach too close to the waves.” He’d had to push to convince the coroner to order a full forensic postmortem, rather than a less invasive evaluation.
“You don’t have to justify the request to me, Will.” Having already bagged Miriama’s hands, Ankita began to zip up the body bag. “You’ve always had stellar instincts—I’ll start as soon as I get her back to Christchurch.”
“I owe you one.”
A thin-lipped smile. “If all the cops who owed me one actually paid up, I’d be a millionaire.” Sharp words, but her dark brown eyes were kind. “I’ll take care of your girl.”
He helped load Miriama’s body onto a stretcher. The remainder of the scene investigation went rapidly. The team took photographs, even packed up the seaweed, but though they sieved through the sand below the body, there was nothing else to find.
The wind had already wiped away the drag marks Anahera had created when she pulled the body to safety. It was as if Miriama hadn’t been there at all, as if this had been a black dream that was about to fade.
50
Will helped carry Miriama’s body up the narrow cliff pathway, the young woman with a dancer’s grace having become heavy in death. The cutting wind scraped sand across his skin, and he was grateful for the solid grip offered by his boots. Several of the others slipped, but no one fell and they got Miriama safely into the hearse that would take her to the forensic mortuary in Christchurch. A subdued gray with a sleek modern shape that didn’t shout its purpose, the hearse should hopefully slip out of Golden Cove without attracting attention.
Kim puffed up the track a couple of minutes after Ankita left with Miriama.
He told her to hold the fort at the station, handle any calls that came for him, and note the names of locals who popped in to see him. Most would be hoping to get information on what was happening, but one or two might have information to share. “Make sure you let them know that I’ll be back either later today or tomorrow morning, and that I’ll speak to them then. Anything urgent, call me.”
Kim nodded, assiduously writing down his instructions in a little notepad.
Leaving her to help the forensic team pack up their gear, he made his way to Anahera’s cabin—and found the front door locked. Good.
He knocked, had to wait a couple of minutes before she opened the door. And she didn’t do that until she’d confirmed who it was. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet. Washing away the touch of death, Will thought, trying to wash away the grief.
Reaching into the pocket of the jacket hanging to her left, she handed over his memory card. “Someone needs to tell Matilda.”
“She knows we found Miriama.” Will would never forget the raw sound of her keening wail. “I’m on my way there to tell her what we have so far.” Little though it was. “Will you come with me? I left her with Raewyn Clark, but I know she has young kids she’ll have to get back to as soon as her boyfriend leaves for work.” She might’ve already been forced to do so.
“Give me one minute. I’ll follow you in my Jeep.”
Anahera was true to her word, returning to him dressed in jeans and a dark green sweater under her anorak, her heavily damp hair pulled back into a ponytail and her feet stuffed into sneakers.
In her eyes, he saw as much rage as grief.
They arrived at Matilda’s to find a furious Matilda sitting on her living room couch, her hands closed around a cold mug of tea and Raewyn seated beside her. The neighbor rose when she saw Will. “Mattie—”
“You go, sweetie.” Even in her rage, Matilda found the kindness to give the other woman a gentle pat on the hand. “I know Hem’s boss is a pokokÅhua. He’d better get himself to work.”
“How dare they?” Matilda said the instant the door closed behind Raewyn. “How dare they throw my baby away in the dump?”
Will