It hadn't taken long for the police to arrive and take over the site. They had seemed enormously disappointed to see that the body was an exceedingly elderly one, but had gone through the motions in sectioning off the site with striped tape and telling everyone not to leave town. While they waited for the forensics team to do their bit, Fin had spent the time well in nipping along to the Flamingo Lounge, a few doors along the road, and organising trays of coffee to be brought out for the workmen.
The smallish stocky Eastern European chap had stopped praying by now and looked sympathetically at Cindy. "You look cold," he said. "Why not go inside? I'll call you when you're needed."
"If we go into the Flamingo," Fin suggested, "we could see about getting these guys some lunch."