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spin as he resumed walking. "Probably a
bunch of idiot Yankees who think it's funny
coming down south to play hicks and crackers."
"I hate amateur racists," Sara
mumbled, putting on a smile as they approached
Matt Hogan and Frank Wallace.
"Afternoon, Sara," Matt said. He held an
instant camera in one hand and several Polaroids
in the other.
Frank, Jeffrey's second in command, told
her, "We just finished the pictures."
"Thanks," Sara told them, snapping on the
latex gloves.
The victim was lying directly under the
bridge, facedown on the ground. His arms were
splayed out to the side and his pants and underwear were
bunched up around his ankles. Judging from his size
and the lack of hair on his smooth back and
buttocks, he was a young man, probably in his
twenties. His blond hair was long to the collar
and parted on the back of his head. He could have been
sleeping but for the splattering of blood and tissue
coming out of his anus.
"Ah," she said, understanding Jeffrey's concern.
As a formality Sara knelt down and pressed
her stethoscope to the dead boy's back. She could
feel and hear his ribs move under her hand. There was
no heartbeat.
Sara looped the stethoscope around her 19
neck and examined the body, calling out her
findings. "There's no sign of the kind of trauma
you'd expect with forcible sodomy. No bruises,
no lacerations." She glanced up at his hands and
wrists. His left arm was turned awkwardly, and
she could see a nasty pink scar running up the
forearm. From the look of it, the injury had happened
within the last four to six months. "He wasn't
tied up."
The young man was wearing a dark green
T-shirt, which Sara lifted to check for further
signs of damage. A long scrape was at the
base of his spine, the skin broken, but not enough
to bleed.
"What is it?" Jeffrey asked.
Sara did not answer, though something about the
scrape seemed odd to her.
She picked up the boy's right leg to move it
aside but stopped when the foot did not come with it.
Sara slid her hand under the pant leg, feeling
for the bones of the ankle, then the tibia and fibula;