Neates House.
Mark and his dog remained in situ as the rest of the team did their work. Spotlights had been set up alongside a small, portable generator, and a group of white-suited crime scene investigators surrounded the suspicious mound they had earlier discovered. As they slowly dug away at various points, trying to establish the contents without disturbing them, other officers took photographs and wrote on clipboards. How funny it would be, Mark thought, if they dug up a pet rabbit. All this fuss and seriousness, not to mention the cost. The butterflies in his stomach did not match his self-made comedy. His body chemistry told the truth, and the truth was that this was serious. Very serious indeed. No amount of light-hearted deflection was going to change the fact that something was
