“You’re hurting me,” I repeated, pushing at his fingers encircling my arm as he pulled me out. I hit the setting sun. It struck me like a goad, and I took a huge breath, snapping out of my stupor. That wasn’t Dr. Anders. The body was too old, and it had been a man’s ring. It looked like it had the university’s logo on it. I thought I’d just found Sara Jane’s boyfriend.

Glenn dragged me to the stairs. “Glenn,” I said as I stumbled on the first step. I would have fallen but for his hold on me. Another FIB vehicle was easing into the lot. A mobile morgue this time. Glenn, not taking any chances, was bringing everything there.

Slowly my legs lost their watery feeling as I put distance between me and what I had seen upstairs. I watched the FIB officers joking among themselves, not understanding. I was clearly not cut out for crime scene work. I was a runner, not an investigator. My father had worked in the arcane division where most of the bodies showed up. Now I knew why he never said much about his day at the dinner table.

“Glenn,” I tried again as he pulled me into the open room between the stalls. Trent stood in a corner with Sara Jane and Quen, quietly answering questions. Glenn jerked to a stop as he saw them. He looked at his father, who shrugged. The FIB captain sat before a laptop resting on a bail of straw propped up on its end. Someone had run a line from the crime van, and Edden’s stubby fingers skated over the keyboard as he played subordinate so he could stay.

Irritation pinched Glenn’s face and he gestured to the young FIB officer with Trent.

“Glenn,” I said as the officer edged his way to us. “That isn’t Dr. Anders up there.”

Edden’s round face went questioning behind his glasses. Glenn flicked a glance at me. “I know,” he said. “The body is too old. Sit down and shut up.”

The FIB officer came to a halt beside us, and my eyes widened as Glenn put an aggressive arm across his shoulders. “I told you to detain them,” he said softly. “What are they still doing here?”

The man went white. “You meant in one of the cruisers? I thought Mr. Kalamack would be more comfortable here.”

Glenn’s lips pressed together and his neck muscles tensed. “Detained for questioning means move them to the FIB offices. You don’t question people at the crime scene when it’s this important. Get them out of here.”

“But you didn’t say …” The man swallowed. “Yes sir.” Glancing once at Edden, he headed toward Trent and Sara Jane, looking apologetic, frightened, and very young. I didn’t have time to spare him any pity.

Still angry, Glenn went to stand over his father’s shoulder, typing in his own password with a stiff finger. My stomach gave a lurch and settled. I pushed the top of the computer down on his hands. Glenn clenched his jaw as they both looked up at me. I turned to Trent and Sara Jane on their way out, waiting until Edden and Glenn followed my gaze to them before saying, “I can’t say for sure, but I think that’s Dan.”