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scratch his head through the hazmat suit.
    â€œAll part of the interagency cooperation we pride ourselves on at the FBI , Sheriff. Now, I don’t suppose, as an extension of that cooperation, you’d mind if I had a talk with Dr. Pearson, would you?”

“I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO tell you,” Silas said. He was seated inside an ATCO trailer. Special Agent Taylor had taken off the hood of his hazmat suit and was sitting across from Silas, while Agent Nielsen stood by the door.
    â€œOnce more we find ourselves in a very peculiar situation, Dr. Pearson. You, for inexplicable reasons, have somehow found a body.” Taylor counted on his fingers, “Once would be odd, twice would be extremely unusual, but this . . . this goes beyond all reason. So, why don’t we cut to the chase and you tell us who this is, and how the body got here.”
    â€œI don’t have anything to tell you,” Silas repeated. He played with a crumpled paper cup in his hands.
    â€œAnother dream?” asked Nielsen, his tone sarcastic.
    Silas looked up at him. Then back down at the cup.
    â€œIs this Penelope?” asked Taylor.
    â€œHow the hell should I know?”
    â€œDid Penelope tell you to come and dig here?” Taylor prodded.
    â€œYou know, I haven’t heard a word from you in six months, Agent Taylor. Nothing. I help you solve one of the biggest murder cases in Southern Utah in twenty years, and not even a Christmas card. Now, here we are again. You accusing me of murdering my wife, and then, when the guilt gets the better of me, leading Sheriff Willis to her remains. It’s like you have a one-track mind, Agent Taylor. You can’t seem to grasp that I am trying to find my wife, and it seems I am the only one in the Four Corners region who is.”
    â€œYou don’t have any explanation as to why you were digging where you were—”
    â€œThat’s all I’ve got to say, Agent Taylor. If you’re going to arrest me, then do it. Otherwise, we’re done here.” Silas stood up and threw his cup toward a trash can. He missed.
    â€œWe’ll have more questions, Dr. Pearson, but the FBI isn’t going to arrest you today. This is Grand County, and the sheriff gets to have that privilege. I think he’s got trespassing charges being written up right now.”
    SILAS STEPPED OUT of the trailer in time to see the second black GMC Yukon arrive at the crime scene. Two familiar members of the Monticello Evidence Response Team, Agents Janet Unger and John Huston, opened doors and joined the cabal of agents and sheriff’s deputies around the white tent. Dr. Katie Rain was also with them. Silas watched as all three of them went to the back of the SUV and pulled on protective suits over their clothing. In a moment the trio approached.
    â€œDr. Pearson,” Rain extended her hand toward Silas. He shook the white glove.
    â€œDr. Rain.”
    â€œGetting yourself into more trouble?”
    â€œSeems so.”
    â€œCan you tell me what you found?”
    Silas looked from Rain to Unger and Huston.
    â€œJanet, John, would you give the professor and me a moment, please?”
    The two agents moved off toward the congregation of sheriff’s deputies under the tent.
    â€œYou look ridiculous,” said Silas.
    â€œNo, actually, you look ridiculous. What were you doing out here? You know you’ve likely shortened your life by five years. You’re going to have to go to the hospital and get tested for radiation poisoning.”
    â€œI can do that right after I get out of the clink for trespassing, apparently.”
    â€œSilas . . . what were you doing out here?”
    â€œI had another dream.”
    â€œIt’s been six months. I had hoped—”
    â€œYeah, me too. I had hoped they had stopped too. But obviously they haven’t. She was drowning. And she said, ‘I have seen the place called