Jake Redfield stood in the early morning fog and watched the uniformed sheriff’s deputy stride toward him. Behind him on the banks of the river, other men, some wearing diving gear, were gathered around the shrouded body of a man.
“Fingerprints will have to confirm it,” the deputy said as he drew near. “But it’s Robey, all right. Everything matches.”
“Did he have anything on him?” Redfield asked. Like a computer disk, maybe?
The deputy shook his head. “Wallet, several different IDs, a little cash, not much. Sorry…”
Redfield turned without a word and walked back to his car.