CHAPTER FIVE
As far as temporary partners went, Camille supposed Scott Palmer was okay. He was a no-nonsense type and he hadn’t tried to overstep and assume authority because he had a p***s. He was even quick to point out a few landmarks, just to break the silence and tension in the car, on a few occasions.
He’d told her the exact truth when they’d left the site of the most recent victim. The location the first victim had been found in was almost identical to the other. They parked Palmer’s car on the side of the road and stepped over a ditch out into the woods. After walking through a grove of trees and brush for roughly half a mile, the trees started to ease apart, giving way to what wasn’t so much a clearing, but more of a small field that had long ago overgrown.
A fallen tree sat in
