us. “Amber and Kate, tag along with Clayton and Billings. There’s trouble on Paradise. I have to call the ME and Forensics.” I closed the folders that were spread out across my desk, guzzled the last of my soda, and rose. Until we were promoted to sheriff’s office detectives, our jobs were to do whatever we were told to do as we transitioned from deputies to investigators. “Don’t you mean there’s trouble in paradise?” Clayton waved us to the door. “Let’s go, ladies. Somebody just called in two dead bodies lying
