75Maggie had been standing in place, staying out of the way while Ganza processed the disarticulated pieces of the spandex victim. She avoided touching the walls after one of the CSU techs had found another bone protruding out of the dirt. At first glance the white knot looked an awful lot like a rock.
Now she handed equipment—trowel, various picks, hand shovel—like a surgeon’s assistant. She was trying to be helpful, and also trying to not watch Ganza. The crunch and squish sounds were unsettling as he pulled away pieces of tissue and bone held together only by fabric.
It wasn’t until she accidentally dropped a trowel that she saw the hand. The heel of her hiking boot was inches away. When she realized what it was—that it was fingertips and a palm sticking up through the floor of the ra
