Could have been anything, poison of some sort, heart attack ...”“What about the leg?” Revell could smell the woman, a heavy, cloying, sweet stench that he knew all too well.Sampson hardly glanced at the ugly injury. “No bleeding, must have happened after death, when the roof came in on top of her.” He pointed to discoloured and crinkled patches of flesh. “Those are flash burns, from when they blew in the entrance, I should say.” Pausing, he looked again at the exposed bone and then the pattern of the burns. “Of course I'm no Quincy, but I'd say when it happened she was standing or more likely hanging up, like a wall ornament.”“Keep them digging.” Placing a scrap of torn cloth over the face, Revell addressed the instruction to Old William, but it was Grigori who chimed in with a response.“I will get them on it right away, Major, right ...” “You'll get your fat ass down there with the others.” Revell rounded on the elderly Dutchman in charge of the excavation.
