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for me so he barely wiggled while I got my arm under his shoulders and swam to the edge of the pool.” She sighed. “He was so sexy.”
    â€œWhat happened to him?” I asked.
    â€œOh, well, it turns out he also had a thing for Jessica Kelley and Amiee Hendricks, and Susy Brown and Ashley Kaufman.” She listed four girls then gave up. “Pretty much every girl in my class. He was so cute that he got away with dating two or three at a time.”
    â€œBut not you,” I said, a tad horrified.
    â€œNo.” She laughed. “Not me. When I found out that Emily Crawford was the only girl he wasn’t dating, I moved on to Mike Hancock.”
    â€œThe senior prom date,” I said, recalling a discussion we’d had one late night at our dorm in college.
    â€œYes.” She nodded. “The senior prom date. Huh. Funny how stuff comes back to you. I haven’t thought about lifeguard training in years and years.”
    â€œMe, neither.” I finished making myself somewhat presentable. “Funny what seeing a person in the water will do to you.”
    There was a knock.
    â€œHave you collected my evidence yet?” Shane called from the other side.
    Jenn smiled at the sound of his voice. She hopped down, grabbed the plastic bag filled with my clothing and opened the curtain. “It’s right here,” she said as she handed it to him. “Do you want me to tag it for you?”
    Shane was a tall, skinny guy with dark horn-rimmed glasses. He wore his dark hair slicked back out of his face. He was sexy in a quiet, super-smart kind of way. I could understand why Jenn was so captured. He was wearing a lab coat over a dark green T-shirt with a Think Geek logo and a pair of skinny jeans. His feet were covered in black and white old style high-tops.
    â€œNo, thanks. I have my own system.” He took the bag from her and gave her an appreciative once over. “Thanks, doll.”
    â€œSee you later?” she asked and kissed his cheek.
    â€œI’ll pick you up tonight as planned.”
    â€œI hope this whole dead body thing doesn’t put a cramp in your dating style,” I said, trying to remain sincere.
    â€œOh, no, it actually makes it more exciting,” Jenn said with a laugh. “It gives us something to talk about.”
    â€œNot that I discuss a case with someone outside the system,” Shane said with one raised eyebrow. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, would it?”
    â€œNo,” Jenn said with a shake of her head. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
    I thought I saw her wink at him.
    He pinked slightly, cleared his throat, and turned to head out with the evidence. He worked in the county crime department in St. Ignace where he had what lab equipment the county could muster. Some items were months behind in testing, but he did what he could as a one-man crime scene guy.
    â€œWhere do we go now?” Jenn asked me as she took back her comb and shoved it into her purse.
    â€œRex said I could leave as soon as I gave Shane my clothes. When do you have your meeting at the yacht club?”
    Jenn had volunteered us for the yacht race fund-raiser. She, my part-time chocolatier, Sandy Everheart, and I were assigned to put chocolate centerpieces on the tables. Each of the pieces resembled yachts enrolled in this weekend’s race. We’d spent two weeks studying pictures of the ships. Sandy then made clay replicas of each ship and cast molds made out of silicon. We’d finished making and pouring the chocolate the night before. All that was left to do with the chocolate was assemble the centerpieces and place them carefully on each table.
    Jenn glanced at her wristwatch. “The meeting is in twenty minutes. Not enough time for you to shower and properly dress.”
    I sighed. “I’ll come in late with Sandy to put the pieces on the tables.”
    â€œThat’s probably a good idea. Proper dress and