Yes, I wanted to sleep, too.
And, yes, the medallion made it possible for me to withstand the sun, but the golden disk didn't take away the burning desire to lay down, close my eyes, and die all over again. Because that's how sleep often felt to me: a mini- death.
I am so very, very weird.
But I was also here only for the weekend. It was Friday afternoon, and coming on evening. I had tonight, tomorrow and all of Sunday to solve this crime. Our flight back to civilization was Monday morning.
Lots to do, I thought. Too much to be laying around and snoozing.
I pulled out the one thing every good investigator needs: my clipboard with my case notes. Yes, I'd already been making notes on this one. Lots of them. Knowing I had only a few days to prep for this case meant that I needed names and pictures. I looked at my list now of the many names, some of which had thumbnail pictures next to them. I had drawn lines attaching the names to various family members.
For now, they were just names and pictures and slightly squiggly lines. The deceased in question was George Thurman, or Grandpa George. The name had a certain ring to it. Yes, he sounded important but - but from what I was gathering, he didn't act it. He was a recluse at heart who loved his family.
Although he was known for his generosity to charities, he rarely, if ever, opened up his home to outsiders.
His home was his safe haven, his escape.
And now, his tomb.
George Thurman had had two sons and a daughter, all of whom now ran the family hotel empire. An empire that was very much kept in the family. Much like his home, where only family members were invited, the business was the same: only family members were appointed to important roles. For now, it was the eldest son, Junior Thurman, who was the president. The youngest son, August, was the vice-president. Other important roles went to brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, nephews and nieces. George's wife, Ellery, had long since passed.
By all accounts, the family was uberrich. The two sons' own daughters were often found in tabloid magazines. One of them had even made a sex tape. I'd refused to watch the sex tape. For now.
Yes, I knew I needed to be thorough...but eww.