Bragg led me to an interview room, although ‘interrogation chamber’ would be a better name for it.

I handed over the Liberty shots. Three in all, but of course only one with the body. He looked them all over carefully.

“When did you take these?”

I pondered, retracing my steps. “I guess about three hours ago.”

“Joey,” Officer Bragg said, addressing whoever was listening on the other side of the one-way glass, “send a team out to Ellis. Look around right under the torch.”

“You think the body’s still there?”

“Dunno. Nobody else called anything in yet. You’d figure at least tourist would call 911. You sure this isn’t some kind of hoax, lady?”

I shook my head. “I have no idea. I came here straight from the photo booth.”

“All right. We have your number if we need to ask you anything else. We’ll have to keep the pics, though. Evidence. You understand.” I nodded that I did. “Good. You’re free to go.”