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three just outside the warehouse. Jonathan had lowered Blair to her knees and was holding her hair back as she retched into the river.
    “Cade, tell me whose it is.”
    Cade tore his eyes from the scene and looked hard at his balding colleague. “This gun belongs to Jonathan Cleary,” he said.

CHAPTER 5
    J onathan sat back as Morgan fell to Blair’s side and pulled her into a hug. The two women clung to each other.
    “Jonathan,” a voice called. Jonathan looked up. Cade was standing in the door to the warehouse. “I need to talk to you,” Cade said. “You may want to come out front.”
    “No!” Morgan let go of her sister and looked up at him. “I want to hear. Talk to him right here.”
    Cade looked down. His black hair flapped in the breeze over a face tight with strain. “I came by Crickets for breakfast this morning after you’d had your fight with Thelma and Wayne. Everybody was talking about it.”
    Jonathan wished he had the morning to do over. He wished he hadn’t left on an angry note, wished he hadn’t threatened to take their daughter and leave. . . .
    “Were you here this afternoon? Did you come by here before going home?”
    “No,” he said.
    “Did you notice if their car was here then?”
    “It wasn’t. I looked for it, because I wanted to talk to them.
    They weren’t home, either.”
    “And did you go straight home when you left your boat?”
    “Yes, straight home. I had the meeting to go to, and Morgan was waiting.”
    Cade looked even more somber than he had when he brought Morgan and Blair here. He set his foot up on the empty bench. Rubbing the sun creases in his face, he said, “Jonathan, where’s your speargun?”
    Jonathan frowned. This wasn’t the time to talk about spearfishing, so he knew that Cade had a purpose for asking. “In the toolshed behind the house,” he said. “Why?”
    “Because I just found a Magnum Blue Water gun floating in the water on the other side of the warehouse.”
    “What?” Jonathan gasped. “Was that the murder weapon?”
    Cade looked down at Blair, who gaped up at him, one side of her face pale, the other dark pink. “Jonathan, let’s talk out front,” he said.
    “Answer him, Cade,” Blair said, getting back to her feet. “Were my parents killed with a speargun?”
    He rubbed his face and looked away. “They were each hit with a bulletnose point to the neck or throat, which explains why no one heard gunshots.”
    “The throat?” Morgan choked out. “Oh, dear God . . .”
    Jonathan’s face twisted, and he took a step toward Cade. “Who besides me has a Blue Water gun?”
    Cade shook his head and kept his eyes on Jonathan’s face.
    “You’re the only one in our diving group, Jonathan.”
    Jonathan stood there a moment, staring at his old friend.
    “There could be others,” he said. “Tourists, or someone not in our group. They’re not that expensive.”
    “I’m just asking you where it is,” Cade said.
    Jonathan let go of Morgan. She looked up at Cade, waiting for the point to his question. Her face was wet, and mascara ran under her eyes. “It’s in the storage shed behind the house where I’ve always kept it,” Jonathan said. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”
    “I’ll send McCormick to get it,” he said. “Got a key?”
    Jonathan nodded and pulled his key chain out. His hands were still trembling as he worked the toolshed key off the chain.
    “Tell me about your fight this morning,” Cade said.
    Jonathan tried to shift gears and think, but the memory crushed him. His mouth trembled with the force of his emotion. “Man, I wish I could take it all back.”
    “Take what back?” Cade asked.
    “The fight. I lost my temper, said things I shouldn’t have said. . . . It ended badly. If I’d known it was going to be the last time I saw them . . .”
    “What was the fight about, Jonathan?” Blair demanded. “Everybody on this island seems to know but me.”
    “It was about Gus Hampton. I don’t trust