usually shared the goodies, and that was endearing.
âSergeant Coulter,â the coroner said, giving Dirk a cursory nod.
Dirk was as much of a nuisance at the morgue as Savannah, even worse. And he never brought chocolate, so he was low on Dr. Liuâs list of favorite people.
They never brought out the best in each other.
âThe DBâs down there,â Dirk told her, pointing down the stairs and to the right. âYou need me to go with you and help you find it?â
She gave him a withering look. âI can find one stray blond hair on a brunette victim or a single carpet fiber and match it to a killerâs car trunk. I think I can find a dead woman on a beach.â
âThen sheâs all yours,â Dirk said, brushing by her and continuing on up the stairs.
He passed a couple of young men, also wearing white lab coats with the coronerâs seal printed on the pockets, who were on their way down. He grunted a half greeting to them as he hurried by. They nearly fell off the steps trying to get out of his way.
âMr. Sunshine and Light,â Dr. Liu grumbled as she watched him go. âI donât know how you stand him.â
âAh, Dirkâs all right,â Savannah said, thinking that, sometimes, it felt like she spent her life trying to convince people that Dirk really was a good person. After all, any guy who liked dogs, cats, and Elvis couldnât be all bad. âYou just have to get to know him,â she added for good measure.
âNo, thanks.â Dr. Liu gave Savannah a smile. âPutting up with him, thatâs your job. And mine is waiting on the beach, soâ¦Iâll see you later.â
âHow long you figure itâll take you to process her?â Savannah asked as Dr. Liu continued down the stairs.
âWeâre a little backed up. I should be done with the autopsy by tomorrow around lunch time.â When she reached the bottom step, she leaned over and took her high heels off.
Too bad Dirk had missed it, Savannah thought. He was a major hiney man.
âSo, if youâll be done by noon,â Savannah said, âIâll show up at tenâ¦and bring chocolates?â
âExactly.â Dr. Liu stuffed the stilettos into her bag and stepped onto the sand with bare feet, her toenails painted bright red. âAnd this time, donât eat any of the raspberry creams. Those are my favorites.â
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When Savannah reached the top of the stairs, she looked around for Dirk. He was standing at the edge of the yard, where the lawn ended abruptly, giving way to the sharp cliff.
He was staring down at a flower bed that was overflowing with yellow marigolds and orange nasturtiums.
âSee something?â she asked as she walked up to stand beside him.
So lost in thought was he that he jumped a little when he noticed her. âWhat?â
âYouâre looking at something. What is it?â
âWhy doesnât she like me?â he asked, looking a little hurt.
âWhy doesnât whoâ¦what?â
âWhy doesnât Dr. Liu like me? Iâve always been nice to her.â
âYouâve never been nice to her. Not once.â
âNever? Ever?â He looked completely flummoxed. âReally?â
âReally. You snap at her. Youâre surly with her. You demand that she come up with results in the blink of an eye and solve your cases for you. Youââ
âSo do you.â
âYeah, but I genuinely like her.â
âSo do I.â
âYou like her legs.â
âI never noticed her legs.â He grinned broadly. âIâm always too busy looking at her rear.â
Savannah sighed and pointed to the flower bed. âWhatâs here? What were you looking at?â
But before he could even answer, she saw itâ¦the area where the marigolds and nasturtiums were crushed, the soil trampled with numerous footprints.
She stepped closer and squatted, studying