The signs of police activity could still be seen. No effort had been made to fill in the shallow graves from whence the bodies had been excavated. This was more like Bryant's department and he quickly set to work making a painstaking examination of the graves and their surrounding area, in case the Brazilian police had missed anything of consequence. Five minutes was enough to tell him they hadn't; at least not as far as the Colberts were concerned. It was the thing that caught his eye as he sat on a fallen tree trunk beside the narrow trail they were following that now captured his attention.
“What's that?” he asked of no one in particular, though both Vasco and Giles turned and peered into the trees in the direction he indicated.
“What am I looking at, Arty?” Pearce asked.
“Follow me,
