Chapter 9It took twenty minutes before Alan returned with his deputy, both of them carrying shovels and gardening spades. Alan had a camera on a cord hanging from his neck.
I swung around when I heard them approaching, hands fisted defensively.
“It’s only us,” Alan said, gripping my shoulder. “You look a bit skittishness,” he said under his breath.
“Probably. Every time I heard a noise I was sure it was the killer. That is if she is buried there.”
“Which I’m betting is the case. Let’s find out.” He put down the spades, saying, “If we hit, well, any part of her like her hand, we’ll use these to do more careful digging.” Then he gave me the camera, asking me to record what they were doing.
It only took a couple of minutes before they unearthed a bulky black trash bag. As I shot more pic
