Chapter 25

A detective, Mike Ferguson, was questioning me, away from the others, so they got our stories pure, without collaboration or conferring. He was making notes.

“When did you first see the perpetrator?”

“Tonight, or earlier during the day?”

“Earlier.”

“I was making phone calls down on the dock for privacy from my parents. I kind of forgot I was naked, and after I finished a phone call, I waived at this passing boat with three men in it. Just Midwestern friendliness generally, until they turned towards shore. Then I realized I didn’t have a stitch on, and tried waiving them away, but they insisted on coming towards me, so I sat down on the bench out on the dock my father fishes from, so I wasn’t standing there starkers. They asked if I wanted company, and I told them no, I had plenty of company. I can tell you the exact time, because the call should be logged on my phone.

“I told them I’d just been friendly and wasn’t interested in them. They said they coul