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The pontoons bounced on the placid water of the cove and I taxied the seaplane into a practiced spin against Dr. Feldon’s deck, then tied off quick so I could get inside, and while I’ll admit I wasn’t as observant as I might’ve been in my bladder-induced haste, I can attest to one thing: There was not a dead man on the floor of the cargo cabin when I left the plane.

Yet.

When I emerged relieved from her bathroom, I saw her walking out onto the dock with a bottle and a bowl holding an ice block, and I followed her out. We had an arrangement, the doctor and I. READ MORE