He hadn’t even gone in to the precinct, having met with someone from the DA’s office who’d obtained the warrant, then with the team leader, who was bringing out the dogs and the ground-penetrating radar. They wouldn’t real y need either one. He knew where the remaining two bodies were buried. But he had to keep up appearances, pretend he didn’t have the information. It was damned frustrating, a waste of time, and he intended to keep steering the search to make sure the bodies were found quickly. He wasn’t going to spend another whole day in the woods, not when there was a child to find. He wanted the graves exhumed and the remains delivered to the coroner so they could try to find out who these victims had been. Learning their identities was the first step in finding out who’d kil ed them. They just needed one break, one single, tiny break—a suspect the police had never charged, a name that popped up in more than one investigation. Please, God, just give me one break here.
