It was a gully in the forest, far from the city but not far form the rail lines and highway between cities. Rains had come and washed away topsoil and a hiker now in custody had happened upon the find.
Now, wooden pegs and string made ten by ten blocks of the whole area. A couple experts dug through the soil, sifting carefully for anything that might be of value. A photographer made certain to record every bone's position /in situ/.
Police in uniform stood guard on the perimeter, making certain everything went forward undisturbed. Not always with success.
“No media, Ms Casey.”
“The public want to know...”
“The public probably wants to see you naked, doesn't mean it's going to happen.”
He motioned and four uniformed police officers came up and seized the reporter and her cameraman.
“What am I being arrested for? What's the charge...”
“There's no charge, charges are for people who have rights. We're just holding you until the military gets here. They'll decide what to do.”
"Is it true you found a kilo of cocaine with the body?"
"You already found out about the nose-whiskey? That's it, get that talking pair of tits out of here now!"
"You can hide behind your sexist remarks all you want, sir, but there's no denying the fact that beneath your rough exterior is a sensitive soul waiting for an independent woman like myself to come along and show you how to love again so we can bump into each other while investigating this case--gradually falling in love as we unravel the mystery--until we decide to work as a team and ultimately sleep together before discovering that your ex-partner is the killer in a gripping denouement that requires you to overcome your mistrust of woman in order to save me. Or you can tell me right now if that body was found with Colombian faerie dust."
One of the officers holding Ms. Casey whispered in her ear, “Um, lady...Detective Castillo is gay.”
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: Matthew