Ginny pressed the Play button, and a hissing garble of words cameout. Muttering, “Bib should run a head cleaning tape through this thing,” she thumbed the volume control wheel on the underside of the machine and said, “Listen good, the woman’s voice is muffled or something.”
Bending down close to the speaker opening, Anna heard:
“Hello, Ewerton Police Department. May I—” The voice was young, masculine, somewhat like Kurt’s.
“I want to report a body.” Muted, and very, very soft, almost a whisper filtered through something.
“A body? May I please have your name and—”
“In the woods by the fairgrounds. To the left of the road, in the trees. It is a woman, and she’s bleeding.” Considering what the woman was relating, her voice was remarkably calm and measured.
“When did you see this body?”
