CHAPTER THIRTY
When Riley emerged from among the trees, she saw that Bill and Jake were standing by the car looking at her expectantly.
“Did you get anything?” Jake asked.
Riley held up the shovel blade.
“The killer threw it aside after he finished covering the body,” she said. “Fallen leaves and underbrush are thick out there, so this could have easily gotten covered up in the days before the body was found. The cops on the scene must have missed it.”
Jake shook his head.
“Damn,” Jake said. “I wanted to comb this crime scene with my own people. But I got yanked off the case before I got a chance. And like I said earlier—Woody’s a hell of a nice guy, but never was much of a cop.”
“So where does this leave us?” Bill asked.
“With the car,” Riley said. “We might be able to trace it.”
