Chapter 7
Kyle’s living room was again crowded with lawmen and medical folk. There wasn’t enough room in the cellar for everybody.
Larry and Joanie had gone down in the basement to find a patch of freshly disturbed earth under a tarp.
Twenty years’ worth of Mason jars watched on as Larry and Joan dug carefully with their blue gloved hands, until Larry felt something hard and smooth beneath his fingers.
A skull.
Another minute of digging revealed the separated vertebrae of a broken neck.
Larry went outside to call in support while Joanie guarded the hole. They’d stopped digging when a tiny purple earring in a green-tarnished setting showed beside the fleshless head.
They needed to let the forensics squad finish unearthing the body, but neither Larry nor Joanie had any doubts. No doub
