“Right. Would you mind getting everyone back to camp, please?” Nash’s tone took on a no-nonsense edge again. “I’ll come over as soon as the homicide boys get here to take over the crime scene.”
“Will do,” Finn promised, leading Indy toward the road. She seemed eager to get back to camp, and he didn’t blame her.
“What’s Nash saying?” Dale asked, coming forward to meet them.
Indy didn’t answer straight away, and Finn jumped into the silence. “We’ll tell you when we get back to camp. Let’s get everyone moving,” he directed.
The murder scene was around a kilometer from their camp. Far enough for none of them to have heard anything, but close enough to wonder at the gall of the murderer to take a chance this close to such a large bunch of people. Some of the crew had ridden their horses up
