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Chapters (38)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Chapter 1 - Wednesday afternoon, April 6, 1988
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  8. Chapter 4 - Thursday morning, April 7, 1988
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  11. Chapter 7 - Thursday afternoon, April 7, 1988
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9 - WALKER MCNALLY
  14. Chapter 10 - Friday, April 8, 1988
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12 - WALKER MCNALLY
  17. Chapter 13 - Monday, April 11, 1988
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15 - JON CORSO
  20. Chapter 16 - Wednesday, April 13, 1988
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18 - JON CORSO
  23. Chapter 19 - Wednesday afternoon, April 13, 1988
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  26. Chapter 22 - Thursday night, April 14, 1988
  27. Chapter 23 - Friday afternoon, April 15, 1988
  28. Chapter 24 - WALKER MCNALLY
  29. Chapter 25 - Monday, April 18, 1988
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27 - JON CORSO
  32. Chapter 28 - Wednesday afternoon, April 20, 1988
  33. Chapter 29 - WALKER MCNALLY
  34. Chapter 30 - Wednesday evening, April 20, 1988
  35. Chapter 31 - JON CORSO
  36. Chapter 32 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
  37. Chapter 33 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
  38. EPILOGUE

“A lot of breeds are good for search-and-rescue, which is what they’re usually trained for first. They learn to locate lost hikers or kids who wander off on a camping trip. You need a dog with a powerful retrieval instinct, a keen sense of smell, and a strong work drive. Even then, some are better than others. The last dog I worked with was a shepherd. He was good but high-strung, and he had a tendency to mope. Great nose, but it was clear the work upset him. I finally retired him because I couldn’t bear the accusatory look in his eyes.”

“What happened to him?”

“He’s now the family watchdog, which suits him better than sniffing for dead bodies in the underbrush. I heard about Belle through a friend of a friend, who’d been breeding Labs for years. She was just a little fur ball when I got her, but smart as they come. Labs are easy to train and they’re physically strong. They’re also good-natured, which is great for PR purposes. I can take her into schools and nursing homes and everybody falls in love with her.”

By then, Belle was lying on the grass at his feet, her gaze flicking across his face as he spoke. He smiled at her. “Look at that. She knows I’m bragging about her.”

“Does she work on a leash or off?”

“That depends on the terrain. Here I’ll take her off the leash and let her go about her business. If she finds something, she’ll come get me and take me back with her.”

Cheney reappeared and headed in our direction. Gerald signaled to Belle and the two walked out to meet him. A portable generator had been hauled out on the site, along with the big lamps that would make it possible to continue working when the daylight waned. I knew without even being present what the scene would look like. The digging would be done by hand. Two officers would run the loose dirt through a two-man sieve, hoping to capture any physical evidence left behind. The chances seemed slim to me, but these guys knew what they were doing and who was I to say? The entire process would be photographed and sketched, with relevant landmarks noted and measurements taken to ensure that a thorough record of the scene was kept.