Trinity.â Itâs a line from Desert Solitaire . Itâs about uranium mining on the Colorado Plateau. I thought that I had to drive to Trinity, New Mexico, but I realized that what Penny really wanted me to do was come here.â
âSo you thought youâd just wander around one of the largest radioactive waste sites in the world until you found a body?â
âThe drowning part was the giveaway. I started close to the river. It only took three nights.â
âOnly? Donât you have a favorite TV show or something?â Silas looked at her and smiled. âWhat did you find?â Katie asked.
âA skull. I think itâs an intact skeleton though, because there were the vertebrae from the neck, and the scapula too. I donât think decomposition was complete. There was some . . . tissue.â
âListen to you.â Rain was smiling behind her visor. âFind a few bodies in the desert and youâre a forensic anthropologist.â
âI just thinkââ
âIâm kidding, Silas. Tell me how the body was positioned. Did you move anything?â
âI donât think so. It might have shifted when I moved some of the overburden away. The skull was at a slight angle, as were the shoulders. It appeared as though the body might have been positioned on its side a little.â
âYou said positioned . You think the body was moved here from somewhere.â
âYeah, donât you? Itâs not like someone who worked on site just went out for a nap, lay down in the radioactive dust, and never got back up again.â
Rain smiled. âNo, but we donât know how old these bones are. This could date from when the mill was operating. Bodies in radioactive material could decompose unpredictably. We donât have decomposition rate charts for this sort of thing. Once I get this body out of the ground and do some work on it Iâll know what time period we need to search for missing persons.â
They were silent a moment, lost in their own thoughts. âYouâve been busy?â asked Silas. He felt suddenly awkward.
âI have. Weâve been working on a case on the West Coast. More than fifteen decomposed bodies. Iâve been doing the forensics on them. Iâve been in Seattle and Portland most of the last two months.â
âI justââ
âSilas, letâs talk later. Itâs hard for a girl to breathe in this getup. Let me get a look at what you found.â
âYou know, when I dream now, I donât think that Iâm dreaming about Penny anymore. I donât wake up and think my wife wants me to find her. My first thought after this dream wasnât Penny wants me to find her, but Penny wants me to find someone .â
âLetâs go find out who.â
SILAS PARKED HIS SUBARU IN front of the two-story adobe home of Ken and Trish Hollyoak and sat motionless behind the wheel. The afternoon sun had sunk below the Moab Rim. Clouds marched in tight formation across the western sky. We might get more snow before April is over , thought Silas. Startled by a tap on his window, he jumped and hit his head on the ceiling of the car.
Ken Hollyoak laughed so hard that he nearly doubled over. Silas rolled the window down. âYou know, you shouldnât go sneaking up on people. You , of all people, should know what that does to a manâs heart.â
âDr. Pearson,â Ken said, growing serious. âItâs not the shock of surprise that has made my heart grow weary. Itâs the lack of surprise I find in the woes of the world that has given my heart trouble all these years.â
âI thought it was booze, fried food, and sitting on your butt in a courtroom that did it.â
âThat too,â the lawyer conceded. âAre you coming in or you going to lower property values in my neighborhood by sitting in your car all night long?â Silas nodded, rolled up the