The forensics team arrived with Virgil leading them through the Boneyard. A productive use of the time he required to cool off from the scene and Travis filed away that observation for the next time it might be needed. He wondered for a second if it was a quirk of Virgil’s character or something the alpha’s mechanical mind was wired for.
He set the question aside. In an effort to preserve the area, Travis had made his way carefully between the bloodstains while he worked to reach the body. The closer he got, the more apparent it was that the murderer had torn apart the victim in a calculated coldness. The lacerations were too clean, too precise to be done in a rage. The scent of maleness clung to the omega in a grim shroud as Travis finally reached the body.
Fingering the tattered edge o
