The amazing Elfie accomplished all this before anyone else awoke. She sat there in the jeep, looking through a detailed list of the locations of exsanguine buffalo. Clipped to it was a graphic veterinarian's report on the condition of the carcasses. Charming. After what might have been forty-five minutes, the driver's door to the Range Rover popped open. Oliver, wearing a weird combination of brown dungarees and a red ball cap, ascended sleekly and easily into the driver's seat. He looked around to Elfie, huddled in the backseat with her studies. “Anything interesting?” Oliver asked. She waved the list at him. “This is one hell of a lot of dead buffalo.” Oliver nodded. “It‘s escalating.” Elfie shook her head. “It’s increasing.” “It’s turkey vultures,” Yancey added, suddenly climbing into the passenger seat. Elfie frowned in thought. “Not unless buzzards have started leaving carrion behind.” Yancey shrugged a little. “I’m a cop, remember? I‘m a skeptic.”
