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Ah, the hoodie.
"What color was it?"
"I don't remember."
"Jacket, slacks?"
"Sorry. I wasn't paying much attention. I didn't know who he was at that point--I hadn't heard about the Roadside Cross stuff. All I knew was that he was weird and scary. He was carrying that cross, and he had a dead animal."
"An animal?"
A nod. "Yeah, a squirrel or groundhog or something. It had its throat cut." He gestured with his finger at his own neck.
Dance hated any atrocities committed against animals. Still, she kept her voice even as she asked, "Had he just killed it?"
"I don't think so. There wasn't much blood."
"Okay, then what happened?"
"Then he looks up and down the road and when he doesn't see anybody he opens his backpack and--"
"Oh, he had a backpack?"
"That's right."
"What color was it?"
"Uhm, black, I'm pretty sure. And he takes a shovel out, a little one. The sort that you'd use on a camping trip. And he opens it up and digs a hole and then puts the cross in the ground. Then . . . this is really weird. He goes through this ritual. He walks around the cross three times, and it looks like he's chanting."
"Chanting?"
"That's right. Muttering things. I can't hear what."
"And then?"
"He picks up the squirrel and walks around the cross again five times--I was counting. Three and five . . . Maybe it was a message, a clue, if somebody could figure it out."
After The Da Vinci Code, Dance had observed, a lot of witnesses tended to decrypt their observations rather than just say what they'd seen.
"Anyway, he opened his backpack again and pulled out this stone and a knife. He used the stone to sharpen the blade. Then he held the knife over the squirrel. I thought he was going to cut it up, but he didn't-. I saw his lips moving again, then he wrapped the body up in some kind of weird yellow paper, like parchment, and put it in the backpack. Then it looked like he said one last thing and went up the road the way he came. Loping, you know. Like an animal."
"And what did you do then?"
"I left and went on to a few more meetings. I went back to the office. That's when I went online and saw the news about the boy. I saw his picture. I freaked out. I called nine-one-one right away."
Dance gestured Michael O'Neil over.
"Michael, this is interesting. Mr. Pfister's been real helpful."
O'Neil nodded his thanks.
"Now could you tell Deputy O'Neil here what you saw?"
"Sure." Pfister explained again about pulling over to make calls. "The boy had a dead animal of some sort. A squirrel, I think. He walked around in a circle three times without the body. Then he plants the cross and walks around it five times. He was talking to himself. It was weird. Like a different language."
"And then?"
"He wrapped the squirrel up in this parchment paper and held the knife over it. He said something else in that weird language again. Then he left."
