When they saw Grace, one of them raised a hand and waved her over.“That’s Raymond Cruz,” she said, referring to the taller of the two men in jeans. “He’s one of our detectives. The guy standing next to him is the county coroner, Ellis Lovejoy.”“Great name for a coroner,” Cage said.“Isn’t it?”As they neared the crime scene, Cage could hear the sputter of radio transmissions and the sound stirred about a million memories. Different town, different cops, different scenery for sure. But the old thrill was still there.He hung back, not wanting to overstep his bounds, but he was itching to get a look at the victim. The deputies and Detective Cruz stepped back to make room for Grace, and she stood for a moment, gazing down at the ground with them. Then she took off her sunglasses and knelt beside the body.“Who called it in?”“A couple of teenagers on four-wheelers spotted him,” Cruz told her. “They left tracks all over the damn place.”“I don’t guess we know who he is yet, do we?”“We don’t have a name, but Mac here thinks the guy may be related to Cecelia Suarez.”Cage saw Grace’s head jerk up.
