Shadows danced in tune with a slight breeze from the inch of open window and a sentinel pine tree beyond.
Sackler crossed the room to the trashcan, retrieved the prior day's edition of the Parkside Sentinel and read aloud.
Detective Hunter advised the Sentinel by phone that tidal conditions on the Chesapeake might make retrieving a body difficult.
They don't stock the Parkside Sentinel in all the libraries around the country like they do the big city papers.
So, a smart detective would go downtown and ask his old friend Monica Cutler at the Sentinel for a list of out of town people who've ordered the paper to be mailed to 'em. The ones who've signed up over the past few weeks.