He looked briefly at the torn chest cavity and wondered who or what could have done that, or why? Carl remembered back when Calvin Peters was torn open by a bear he surprised going through the garbage. His wounds were not as ferocious. Calvin lived to tell about it. The doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Murphy was holding another black bag. “I just started the exam, come on in.” Carl motioned with a wave of his hand for Murphy to enter. Murphy carried the bag to the oversize sink and placed it in. “When you’re finished with Andy you can start on the Collins girl.” “Is that her? Murphy nodded. “Where did you find her?” “Your nephew did, in a rain barrel inside the barn; a fly-infested goddamn barrel.” “Same condition as Andy, I suppose,” Carl assumed. “Worse.”
