“Ah…not exactly.”
“Well, you’re in luck. That gentleman over there in the green uniform is Burton Carr. He’s with the Forest Service and he’ll be able to provide you with more information since the place where those kids died lies within his jurisdiction. Mine officially ends there at the cattle guard,” she stated with a wry smile, pointing to where the truck’s front tires rested. “Although there’s always cooperation and cross-delegation between the two agencies when need be and it looks like this is one of those times.”
I glanced over at Burton Carr. Was this fortuitous or what? He was another of the people high on my list to interview. At least something right was happening today. “May I ask you a few questions?”
She raised a hand. “Another time. I need to deal with this situ
