And how many American medical examiners could be living on the island, anyway?
“None” is the answer I’m given at the front desk. The receptionist sighs and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have anyone by that name in our database.”
“That’s impossible.” I drum my fingers on the counter as I try to think of a new angle. “Helen Cooper was from Las Vegas. She would have arrived around ten years ago.”
He shrugs with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to tell you. Frankly, I wouldn’t be able to tell you if we did.”
I sigh as well. I’m starting to feel like I’m chasing a ghost.
“Except…”
I whip my head up. “Except?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry. I can’t—”
Like before at the fish shop, I pull out a wad of local cash and wave it under his nose.
He narrows his eyes at me. “A
