The body entangled with seaweed was washed up on the beach.
There were marks of binding around the ankles.
It must have been tied to a heavy object and thrown into the sea, and then, after the rope broke, the body was washed ashore.
Jason, having examined the body, was thinking this as he flared his nostrils.
A faint scent.
It seemed that the scent of food, already very light, had become even fainter after being washed by seawater, and would be impossible to detect without being close.
But one thing was certain, the scent was the same as the one on Bitos.
Both were from the same food source.
"Raul was first drowned."
"Then Bitos was hanged."
"What is the assailant trying to do?"
"Provoke a struggle?"
Jason subconsciously glanced over at the group of so-called relatives.
That uncomfortable voice came from the crowd again.
"Amy!"
"It was Amy!"
"Amy once cursed to drown Raul!"
People were saying this as they all turned their eyes toward the beach.
Amy.
