5
I pulled alongside the construction zone at the Hog. A large section had already been taped off by the police. In the center sat a mound of excavated dirt with a limb protruding from the top. My stomach turned in response.
With a curse, I turned off the car and walked over to Rand. The crunching gravel under my feet alerted him to my presence. However, he chose to ignore the sound and me and continued to look out over the grounds, watching the police warily.
I knew better than to talk. Instead, I stood quietly out of arm’s reach and watched as the forensic team took over.
Photos were snapped from every angle. Soil samples labeled. Measurements taken. The grounds thoroughly analyzed. And still, Rand didn’t say a word. I wondered if he hadn’t heard my approach and I was just standing h
