Ray assumed Asher had checked to see if the woman was still breathing but had he looked to see if there had been a struggle? Had she drowned, had she been drowned, were there wet water splashes outside the tub to indicate how long ago it had happened?

Ray felt a familiar rush of adrenaline as the hot tub came into sight. Being the first cop at a crime scene always brought with it added excitement.

No water splashes. No wet footprints. No clues he could see from afar. Mr Waffles appeared from behind the tub and barked at him, so he hurried ahead. "Who wears a trench coat in this weather?"

Professional curiosity turned into personal panic when Ray recognized her face.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" He started dragging her out, the water in the tub turning a bloodier shade of red.