Daylight found me waiting for Chief Marshall in the parking lot. By 6 am the clearing at Cascade Falls Reserve had been cordoned off with police tape. The car park was full with squad cars, the chief’s Ford Ranger 4x4, my Jeep and a local reporter’s small economy car. The journo hovered at the edge of the parking lot, where the police had denied access to the public on all the walk trails in the area, trying to catch my eye. He knew the biggest story of his career awaited.
No one outside of myself and the police knew the extent of the discovery, and they didn’t want it leaking out. After Marshall’s initial inspection, he called in the rest of his men and the FBI. A top-notch forensic team drove east from Portland, and until they arrived, no one, not even the chief, was allowed into the cl
