A cold wind blew across the cliff and rattled the brush around us.This was part of the game the killer was playing with us.
“Want me to call Doc?”Lost asked.
Doc wasn’t a skeleton expert, but he knew bodies better than anyone.If anyone could give us a timeline or any detail, it would be him.
“I don’t know what he’ll find,” I admitted.“But he’s the only one who might know how long this guy’s been dead.”
Lost nodded and stepped a few feet away to make the call.
I pulled my phone out and dialed Anchor.
He picked up on the first ring.
“Anchor,” I called.
“What’s wrong?”He knew the tone of my voice from one word.That was the thing about being with the club this long, we didn’t need many words to know when shit was sideways.
“We found a body,” I said.
A sharp breath.“Another one?”
“Not like the others.”I turned and eyed the skeleton.“This one’s old.Like… years old.All bone.”
“Jesus Christ,” Anchor muttered.“Where?”
“West cliff.Far side.”
“Who found it?”
“Lost.I’m with him now.”
“Anyone sweep that area last night?”
“Piney says he did.”
“Did he?”
“Yeah.I believe him.”
Anchor swore under his breath.“So someone moved it during the night between sweeps.”
“Looks like it.”
That meant the killer wasn’t just hiding.
He was watching, moving, planning, and taunting us.
“What the fuck is he doing?”Anchor muttered.“Leaving breadcrumbs now?”
“That or he’s losing it,” I said.
“We need info.Anything that ties this body to the others.Call Doc.And don’t move the skeleton until he gets there.”
“Lost is on the phone with him right now,” I said.
“Keep me updated.”He hung up.
I pocketed my phone and looked at what remained of a person who had once breathed, walked, and lived.
