I received the call around noon that day. It had been perfect boating weather — 80 degrees, blue skies. It was also a perfect day for….MURDER! And skinny-dipping, apparently.
I was the first responder on the scene. I had been sipping my Caramel Macchiato and perusing People magazine (Don’t Charlie Sheen’s eyes look crooked?) when my radio bristled with the call: MOTHER1, MOTHER1, ANONYMOUS CALLER REPORTING UNSPECIFIED CARNAGE IN THE Read More