CHAPTER TEN
Two people were standing by the freshly revealed body. Riley headed straight toward one of them, a brawny man about her own age.
“Chief Joseph Sinard, I assume,” she said, offering her hand.
He nodded and shook her hand.
“Folks around here just call me Joe,”
Sinard indicated an obese, bored-looking man in his fifties who was standing beside him, “This is Barry Teague, the county medical examiner. You two are the FBI folks we’ve been expecting, I guess.”
Riley and Jenn produced their badges and introduced themselves.
“Here’s our victim,” Sinard said.
He pointed down into the shallow hole, where a young woman lay carelessly splayed, wearing a bright orange sundress. The dress was hitched up over her thighs, and Riley could see that her underwear had been removed. She wasn
