Unfortunately, I was a bit too seasoned at the “finding old bones” situation, and I didn’t even scream. I did, however, scramble back out of the hole quickly and shout for Saul. Something in the tone of my voice must have made him worry because he came running – and Saul doesn’t run.
“Tell me you didn’t, Paisley Sutton,” he said as he looked at me sitting on a solid piece of the floor near the broken boards. “Again?”
I sighed and nodded. “Can you call Santiago?”
He took out his phone and dialed as if by rote – which it might have been, given how many times we’d now found bodies on job sites.
As he stepped outside, I told Shelley, Jamila, Rufus, Foster, and the students what we’d found. “It’s quite old. But it’s been well preserved under the floor.” I didn’t want to tell them the body w
