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The crime scene wasn&039;t much of a crime scene It also wasn&039;t too hard to find At least, not forSherbet&039;s notes, I soon found an area of road that had recently seen a lot of activity The dirt was grooved deeply with tires, and there was even soe brushes

I parked ot out Yes, there are actually winding roads in southern California At least, up here in these iven life to so, suh desert, was really just one long-ass suht At least, to my eyes

I shut the door and beeped it locked Why I beeped it locked, I didn&039;t knoas alone up here on the hillside, parked inside a turnout, hidden in shadows and what few bushes there were

Which made it even more remarkable that the body had even been found in the first place

According to Sherbet&039;s notes, a city worker ht not have found it, either, if not for the turkey vultures and the foul smell

Predictably, it hadn&039;t been a pretty sight

Like the others, this one was rolled up in a dirty sheet and tied off on both ends The same type of sheet, every time A sheet cootten through the sheet, using their powerful beaks Apparently, they had made a ot before the worker showed up

I had seen a handful of corpses back in ent But, mercifully, I had never seen a hulad Sherbet spared et queasy

The air was cool and crisp I earing jeans and a light jacket, although I really didn&039;t need a jacket I wore it because I thought it looked cute Really, when you&039;re as cold on the inside as the weather is on the outside, jackets are a moot point

Unless they&039;re cute

The air was heavy with sage and juniper and se County was just forty-five minutes away