Danny held a shaking Cass close to his side and did the talking, explaining about their walk. About how a thin red line—like a ribbon dropped by a gull or a wind-flung strip of silky yarn—had marred the pure snow, forcing Cass to look closer. It was beautiful—artistic, a Calder slice of color on a stark white canvas. Until it became human. The body was facedown, covered with the same layer of pure snow that had enchanted them just a short time before. No, they hadn’t touched anything, done anything, moved anywhere, they told Tommy as he walked them away from the body. Tommy glanced up as Chief Jerry Thompson appeared, looking as haggard as his first in charge. “Sorry to get you up, Chief,” Tommy said, words that meant little in the light of finding a body. Jerry nodded. He looked at Cass and Danny, people he knew, cared about, and considered friends.
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