CHAPTER FOUR
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mikel muttered, looking through his night vision binoculars.
He was lying on his stomach on a rise overlooking the burial site.
As he approached, he had noticed lights up ahead where there should be darkness. He had pulled over, turned off his truck, and walked the remaining quarter mile to scope it out.
What he saw had him on edge.
A party? Here? With all the open spaces around, these dumbass teenagers had to pick this one spot?
Above the rock music, someone screamed.
He followed the noise and trained his focus over to the right. And saw a rather drunk and extremely frightened girl pointing at something foreign poking up from the earth. One of the boys in the group walked over and bent down, making sweeping motions with his hands. Suddenl
