CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Camille did her best to take in the sight of what remained of Gary Anderson without having to quickly turn away. A large bite had been taken out of his neck and lower face. He'd died in mid-scream, his frozen, final expression one of horror. His right arm had also been butchered badly; it was little more than a mess of blood and muscle from the shoulder to the elbow.
Humphrey stood a few paces behind Camille and Palmer, patiently waiting. Another man stood behind him, an older gentleman that looked like he'd gotten lost in the woods.
"Agents?" Humphrey said. "This gentleman is Al Bauer. He's the one that found the body and called it in."
Grateful to have anything to look at other than the remains of the man that had been identified by the license in his wallet as Gary A
