Jenn preferred the moderate temps of the east coast, but she’d been ordered to the southwest, so that was where she was, in the Chihuahuan Desert in New Mexico, crouched down, and studying the strange print in the dust. “Do you have any idea what this is, Greg?” She brushed an arm over her forehead, catching the sweat that dripped from the ends of her cap of black hair.
“No clue, boss.” Greg glanced up at the sky, where dark clouds were rolling in. “I’d better get this done.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” She straightened and watched as her investigator began pouring casting material into the depression, then turned to walk back to her rental car. This had started as a simple case of a missing person, but when the missing person turned out to be the governor’s niece, Jenn had been sent out to
