…from Chapter 3….
The body came into focus slowly, and…she could have been part of a painted picture, purposely hidden to deceive the viewer. Blue jeans smeared with grass stains. A torn, black hoodie…a fake leather jacket with buckles and baubles, the color indeterminate and almost invisible in the dead grass.
Then a bone. And another. And then a rush of them.
It was the better part of an entire skeleton. Some of the bones were covered by her clothes while a few others had been dragged this way and that, probably by coyotes or raccoons. There was precious little flesh left, a bit gone gray on her hip, a bit weathered black on her foot.
“Damn.” Wes turned away.