The boy flew down the path, the freckles standing out starkly on his white face, his eyes huge. “You have to come.”
“Is one of the dogs hurt?” Roarke moved forward, but the boy shook his head, grabbed Eve’s arm.
“Hurry. You have to see.”
“See what?”
“Her. The dogs found her.” He pulled and dragged. “Please. She’s awfully dead.”
Eve started to snap something, but the look in Sean’s eyes killed annoyance, awoke instinct. The kid wasn’t having a harmless adventure now. “Show me.”
“An animal,” Brian began, “or a bird. Dogs will find the dead.”
But Eve let Sean guide her off the rough path, through the thickets, over moss-coated rocks to where the dogs sat, quiet now, quivering.
“There.”
Sean pointed, but she’d already seen.
The body lay belly down, one high-heeled shoe tipping loosely off the right foot. The face, livid with bruising, was turned toward her, eyes filmed, sightless as the pale green light showered down.
The kid was right, she thought. That was awfully dead.
“No.” She yanked him back when he took another step forward. “That’s close enough. Keep those dogs away. They’ve already compromised the scene.”
Her hand automatically reached up for the recorder that wasn’t on her lapel. So, she etched the scene in her mind.
“I don’t know who the hell to call in around here.”
“I’ll see to it.” Roarke pulled out his pocket ’link. “Brian, take Sean and the dogs back, would you?”
“No. I’m staying.” Sean dug in, hands fisted at his sides. “I found her, so I should stay with her. Someone killed her. Someone killed her and left her alone. I found her so I have to look after her now.”
Before Roarke could object, Eve turned to the boy. She’d thought to dismiss him, but something on that young, freckled face changed her mind. “If you stay, you have to do what you’re told.”
“You’re in charge.”
“That’s right.” Until the locals got there. “Did you touch her? Don’t lie, it’s important.”
“I didn’t. I swear. I saw the dogs, and I ran up. Then I saw her, and I tried to yell, but . . .” He flushed a little. “I couldn’t make anything come out. I made the dogs come away from her, and sit, and stay.”
“You did just right. Do you know her?”
He shook his head, slowly, solemnly, from side to side. “What do we do?”
“You already secured the scene, so we keep it secured until the police come.”
“You’re the police.”
“I don’t have authority here.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not New York. How far is this from a road?”
“It’s not far that way to the road that goes right by my school.” He pointed. “We cut through sometimes, if I was with some of the older cousins, when they were putting up the playground and such.”
“Who else comes in here?”