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scalps?”
“I’ll check,” Begay said from behind his handkerchief and then he left the bedroom.
Palmer studied the bodies for a moment, waiting for Begay to return.
Klein came back and stood in the doorway. “Nothing else in the house,” he said. “I checked all of the other rooms. No blood anywhere else.”
Palmer nodded. “I need to call the forensics team and let them know they’ve got another crime scene.”
Begay came back into the bedroom. “The officer didn’t find anything else,” he said.
“I need some of your guys posted here until forensics gets here,” Palmer told Begay.
The captain nodded. “I’ll leave someone here as long as they are needed.”
Palmer sighed. “I think we better get back to the dig site,” he told Klein.
“You can follow me back there,” Begay said, already walking back down the hall towards the living room and not waiting for an answer. It seemed like Begay was going back to the dig site whether Palmer wanted him there or not.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Navajo Reservation—the dig site
A n hour later Special Agent Palmer and Agent Klein got back to the dig site and met the forensics team. The team was already set up and working. Another generator sat close to the other one at the mouth of the cave and it was running, illuminating the string of construction lights that led into the cave. Three other members of the forensics team were combing over the line of abandoned vehicles. They must’ve drawn the long straws, Palmer thought, to not have to work inside that cave.
Palmer and Klein walked over towards the line of vehicles. Begay had parked his Bronco next to the two Durangos and he was talking with his officers, the three of them keeping out of the way of the Feds, but their eyes darted over to Palmer and Klein as they walked away.
Palmer stopped a hundred yards away from the closest vehicle in the line, a Ford F-350 with a camper top on the back. The three members of the forensics team were all working on that vehicle: dusting it for prints, taking measurements, bagging any evidence they found and labeling it.
Klein stood beside Palmer and watched the activity for a moment and then he looked at the agent. “What do you think we’re dealing with here? I mean, you got any theories yet?”
Palmer watched the men and women work on the truck for a moment, not even glancing at Klein. They were out of earshot of the team members, but all three of them looked so involved in their work that they probably wouldn’t have heard them even if they were closer.
“At first I thought one of the archaeologists went nuts and killed one of the other people here,” Palmer finally said. “And then I figured that person might have killed the others to cover everything up. But after we went in the cave, I changed my mind. I don’t think one person did all of this.”
“I don’t either,” Klein responded. “I think a group of people killed these people and put their body parts in that cave. Maybe four or five killers at least.”
Palmer could tell that the agent couldn’t wait to talk about his own theories, to compare his ideas with a legendary serial killer hunter.
“Might be true,” Palmer answered. “Hard to tell if all ten people are in that … that arrangement in the cave. If they’re all there then one of them wasn’t the killer.”
“Looks like they’re all there in that cave,” Klein said, making up his mind already. “There’s too many body parts in there … has to be all of them. So that means other people killed these scientists. We already know that much.”
Palmer was sure Klein had some suspects in mind already. “I thought of robbers,” Palmer said. “Maybe a group of people trying to steal the artifacts these guys dug up. Maybe some gold trinkets or something. But then when Captain Begay told us that Anasazi writing had never been discovered before, I thought that those tablets in that cave might’ve been valuable. But if that’s the case,
“I’ll check,” Begay said from behind his handkerchief and then he left the bedroom.
Palmer studied the bodies for a moment, waiting for Begay to return.
Klein came back and stood in the doorway. “Nothing else in the house,” he said. “I checked all of the other rooms. No blood anywhere else.”
Palmer nodded. “I need to call the forensics team and let them know they’ve got another crime scene.”
Begay came back into the bedroom. “The officer didn’t find anything else,” he said.
“I need some of your guys posted here until forensics gets here,” Palmer told Begay.
The captain nodded. “I’ll leave someone here as long as they are needed.”
Palmer sighed. “I think we better get back to the dig site,” he told Klein.
“You can follow me back there,” Begay said, already walking back down the hall towards the living room and not waiting for an answer. It seemed like Begay was going back to the dig site whether Palmer wanted him there or not.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Navajo Reservation—the dig site
A n hour later Special Agent Palmer and Agent Klein got back to the dig site and met the forensics team. The team was already set up and working. Another generator sat close to the other one at the mouth of the cave and it was running, illuminating the string of construction lights that led into the cave. Three other members of the forensics team were combing over the line of abandoned vehicles. They must’ve drawn the long straws, Palmer thought, to not have to work inside that cave.
Palmer and Klein walked over towards the line of vehicles. Begay had parked his Bronco next to the two Durangos and he was talking with his officers, the three of them keeping out of the way of the Feds, but their eyes darted over to Palmer and Klein as they walked away.
Palmer stopped a hundred yards away from the closest vehicle in the line, a Ford F-350 with a camper top on the back. The three members of the forensics team were all working on that vehicle: dusting it for prints, taking measurements, bagging any evidence they found and labeling it.
Klein stood beside Palmer and watched the activity for a moment and then he looked at the agent. “What do you think we’re dealing with here? I mean, you got any theories yet?”
Palmer watched the men and women work on the truck for a moment, not even glancing at Klein. They were out of earshot of the team members, but all three of them looked so involved in their work that they probably wouldn’t have heard them even if they were closer.
“At first I thought one of the archaeologists went nuts and killed one of the other people here,” Palmer finally said. “And then I figured that person might have killed the others to cover everything up. But after we went in the cave, I changed my mind. I don’t think one person did all of this.”
“I don’t either,” Klein responded. “I think a group of people killed these people and put their body parts in that cave. Maybe four or five killers at least.”
Palmer could tell that the agent couldn’t wait to talk about his own theories, to compare his ideas with a legendary serial killer hunter.
“Might be true,” Palmer answered. “Hard to tell if all ten people are in that … that arrangement in the cave. If they’re all there then one of them wasn’t the killer.”
“Looks like they’re all there in that cave,” Klein said, making up his mind already. “There’s too many body parts in there … has to be all of them. So that means other people killed these scientists. We already know that much.”
Palmer was sure Klein had some suspects in mind already. “I thought of robbers,” Palmer said. “Maybe a group of people trying to steal the artifacts these guys dug up. Maybe some gold trinkets or something. But then when Captain Begay told us that Anasazi writing had never been discovered before, I thought that those tablets in that cave might’ve been valuable. But if that’s the case,
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