I was back in time for dinner. Falling into a camp chair by the fire, I picked at the plate Theta put in my lap. The two sheriff’s deputies were eating with us, but I saw no sign of the ATV or its occupants.
“What happens now?” I asked.
Madsen used a piece of bread to sop the last of the beans and sauce from his plate, popping it into his mouth and chewing before he answered. “The specialists have finished with the crime scene and are on their way to the medical examiner’s office with the body. The rest of us will be here for another day or two.”
Zane tossed a paper cup onto the fire. “What for?” he asked.
I watched the cup blacken and burn as it caught the flames.
“I want to spend some time checking out the scene myself,” Madsen said, “and I want you all on hand in case I have any
