Despite the coffee, Addy was asleep before we even made it to the main highway. I couldn’t blame her. We’d stayed up later than we should have watching a soccer game on TV. Pretending we hadn’t discovered a secret graveyard full of children that day.
That it was a graveyard had yet to be verified. The forensics team had done a quick survey of the area yesterday, but wouldn’t start excavating for a while. Someone was arriving with ground-penetrating radar today, the first step in determining what—or who—was there.
“I think we all know what they’ll find,” Roger said.
I had no idea how long it would take, but significantly longer than processing a regular crime scene. Days? Weeks? Months? “What about identifications?” I asked.
“Obviously I said I’d share what we’ve found. They have a coup
