Mariel turned, straightening up, and gave the officers a slightly strained smile. “Hi, Alexis, Charmaine.” She stepped away from the open door to the sugar shack, where she had been inspecting the splotch of mud smeared over the neatly painted surface. “I’m glad you two have arrived.” *How does she even know my first name?* Officer Hall thought. *It’s not like we’ve ever had a long conversation together.* But then, this was Leverett.
“The body’s still in the syrup,” Mariel told them. “We’ve left everything the way I found it.” Officer Hall started, trying to conceal her sudden inner turmoil. She had been sure that this case was just a burglary or maybe arson, some person breaking in to steal a few gallons of sweet syrup. But murder? *The body’s in the syrup?*
Morbidly curious, she made her way over to the boiler. She stared at the teenage boy floating in the maple sap, and looked around at Srey and Mariel. Srey was standing beside her, looking into the vat, but the woman who was there first had turned around again and was looking at something on the wall. *She has a head start on us,* thought Charmaine with some annoyance.
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