“Carla Jamison. Thirty-five. Schoolteacher. Married. Husband’s out of town.” Inspector Chet Gavin looked up from the female body slumped over the picnic table. His eyes met those of Detective Peter Jannings. “Has he been notified?” “We’re working on it.” “Who found her?” “Ten-year-old boy. He was meeting some friends here at the park when he thought she looked funny. He says he tried to wake her. That’s when he realized she was dead.” “Tough thing for a kid.” “She was his teacher.” “Any reason to suspect he had anything to do with her death?” Jannings shook his head. “The kid’s not doing too well. We separated him and his two buddies. Questioned them and though their answers match, there’re enough differences to know they weren’t rehearsing a story to give the cops. I think he just had the unfortunate luck to come upon her after she died.” Gavin shook his head, then turned and studied the child where he sat talking with a female officer. “Someone needs to get his parents down here.” “Already on that. They’re on their way.” “What else have you got?” Jannings shrugged, then flipped through his notepad. “Not much, Inspector. This time of day, the park’s pretty deserted. Most people are at the county fair this week.” “No witnesses?” “No. A man walking his dog said he was here at roughly eleven o’clock. She was sitting here eating a sandwich.” “Her last.”