The Cold Room
“The forest muffled the sounds of the storm; the drizzle created an insulating barrier cutting them off from the rest of the world. Taylor stuffed her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and sighed. Outdoor crime scenes were a complete pain in the ass. You never knew what would be relevant, had to document and collect even the tiniest shred of disturbed grass. Tim had a massive pile of brown paper bags in the back of his van. The crime lab had a long evening ahead of them.
There was activity on the trail. Good, Baldwin was here.
He and the Brit came around the curve and hurried to her side.
She introduced Highsmythe around. She hurried; she could tell Baldwin was fidgety, anxious to get moving.
“Where’s the body?” Baldwin asked.
She pointed to the creek. “Down there. We’re about ready to get her out of here. Come on, I’ll take you.”
They scrambled down the bank, Taylor in the lead. She stopped five feet from the body.
Both men spoke at the same time. “Ophelia.”
Taylor nodded at them.
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