FINN RAN A hand through his hair, watching Senior Constable Nash King survey the crime scene from his spot at the edge of the ravine. “s**t. s**t. Shit.” He tipped his head back to glare at the branches of the enormous gum tree above. This was all he needed.
“You all right?” Indy was standing a few feet away, and she looked at him sharply.
He felt a twinge of guilt. He should be the one asking her that question. While he didn’t see this kind of thing on the job too often, and it wasn’t something anyone could really get used to, he was at least partly immune to the scene. Her face was still incredibly pale, but at least she’d stopped shaking. It wasn’t every day you found a mutilated body by the side of the road, and he knew she was probably suffering shock; although she was hiding it wel
