She yawned and took another sip of coffee from the foam cup someone hand handed her. Now that the sun was high in the sky, the island didn’t seem quite as hostile as it had the night before. Her phone told her it was 3:40, which meant she had one more chance to go through camp before the helicopter came back. Normally, they didn’t spend nearly this much time on a crime scene. Not unless it was the site of multiple murders . . . or a kidnapping.