Investigate the Yacht Club

Ignoring my boss' advice, I decided to make myself some coffee and then investigate my only lead.

Dressed and steaming beverage in hand, I went to the garage and realized that I had to do something about the body in the back of the car and hope nobody cared that I was driving a {if carCrash > 0}badly damaged {endif} vehicle that I took from a dead man.

So, I **** his body out of the trunk and left it in the corner of the garage, one of the few places in the house that didn't have windows. The way it sat there, wide-eyed and staring accusingly, was more than a little creepy and I decided to cover it with the sheet of thick cloth that I pulled from the back seat of the car.

That "dealt with" for the time being, I pulled up the map app on my phone and typed in "marina". Unfortunately the results were very plentiful and I realized that is need some way of narrowing the search.

Though Miguel had obviously had my sister's phone at some point yesterday, he didn't have it with him that night, nor the phones of any of the other girls. But, he did have his own phone and, maybe, that would give me a clue.

I took his phone from the charger and, reluctantly, ran his lifeless thumb over the scanner to unlock it. That done, I opened his camera app and went to the recent photos. To my surprise, Miguel seemed to have an obsession with sail boats, taking hundreds of photos of them and, even, organizing them into categories that I couldn't read. What mattered to me was his location yesterday, so I sorted by date and began sweeping through the photos.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw a photo of a group of girls posing with Miguel and three others. Mira was on the far right.

My blood ran cold and my skin broke it in goose bumps.

Once my nerves had settled, I fiddled with the app until I found the meta data for the photo. Not surprisingly, it lacked the geo tag that would have told me directly where to go, so I resorted to flicking through photos until I found a wide shot of the marina and then compared it to the photos people had posted of the various marinas online.

It seemed as though The photo was taken at a place called "F Dock". And I saved the address, though it was easy to find, located just off Lázaro Cárdenas Boulevard.

Not sure what to expect at the dock, I headed to the kitchen and selected a small, sturdy kitchen knife, which I slipped into my purse.

After the frustratingly slow drive into Cabo, I corcled around the marina, seeing neither any familiar or suspicious faces, nor any parking. So, I parked at a nearby strip mall and walked in.