One of the other deputies had been the first one on the scene and right away he had called Gary. When he worked his way down the steep, slippery incline, he discovered why. The deputy had found a girl, around nineteen, covered in blood. He thought that she’d just been seriously injured in the crash, but when he pulled her back from where she lay up against the steering wheel, what he saw sent him to his knees, vomiting. Gary thought that it might have made him queasy, too, if he hadn’t seen this before. He told the ambulance crew not to worry about hurrying to the scene and put in a call to the coroner and his boss. Franklin was sitting half in the car, checking out the corpse, and a deputy was busy taking flash photos of the scene when Sheriff Neame finally arrived more than an hour later. He sent another deputy sliding on his ass down the side of the gully to inform them of his presence. Gary patted the doctor on his back to get his attention.
