Category: Short Stories
They found Daniel dead on his boat just beyond the buoy. He may have been an older man, but nothing in his medical history suggested a heart attack was coming. He ate well, walked regularly. The coroner’s report was boilerplate, frustratingly simple enough to have incited all that followed. It wouldn’t have taken much.
Another firm knock and Pat opened the door to a delivery man, who cleared his throat and said, “Michael Danver?” “No,” Pat said, gesturing. “He’s next door.” The man reviewed his slip and nodded. “Apologies.” “Yeah. Happens all the time.”