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"Do you think Pinky’s under there?" Dane had asked the obvious, brought it out in the open Every agent standing there knew Pinky Womack was under that black dirt, but no one wanted to be slapped in the head with the grueso for them No one answered They all stood silently

Savich realized they aiting for hiet hisSherlock He rave

"I’m so very, very sorry about this, Dillon Poor Pinky" Sherlock suddenly leaned down "Would you look at this? It’s a ball of chewed-up gum"

Savich reuum hadn’t been there because Ray Moses Grace had deliberately left it there, just as he’d left the gum here

Savich said, "He left it for us, to taunt us, some private joke perhaps It probably won’t matter, but let’s do the works on it, run it for DNA"

Savich watched Dane slip the guents led a crew of cemetery workmen forward

They found Pinky Womack’s body in the coffin with his eyes wide open, a bit of shock his only recognizable expression He was lying on top of the uniforhteen-year-old Jeremy Willamette

It looked from the bloodstains like Pinky had been stabbed in the chest, probably the heart, so his death had been fast, at least Savich prayed it had He didn’t see any signs of torture, but it would take Dr Ransom’s autopsy to be sure of that

Savich called Ms Lilly at the Bonhoht away to tell her After she had absorbed the news, she said to him, "Poor Pinky He wasn’t bad, you know, Dillon? He could even h once in a while Not often, mind I’ll tell his brother Cluny myself, don’t you worry about that Oh, Dillon, I hate this, I really do"

As he slipped his cell phone back into his coat pocket, Savich kneould take hiet Pinky’s face out of his mind He wondered where his wife had slipped off to

He heard the sharp crack of a rifle, heard yells, saw agents running, guns drawn He found Sherlock, once again surrounded by agents, kneeling over a fallen agent, her pal hard into her shoulder Savich shouted her name She looked up at him, her eyes dilated, her face white as his shirt "Connie wasn’t standing two feet froht

But Agent Connie Ashley wasn’t He was relieved she was conscious When he came down on his knees beside her, she whispered, "Don’t freak out on ers despite her pressure He gently shoved Sherlock away and pressed his wadded-up handkerchief against Connie’s shoulder and put his weight on it "Yes," he said, "you’ll be fine I’ll freak out until the ambulance arrives"

Sherlock said, "I think the shot ht through those trees, maybe from the second floor of one of those aparto over the exact position of both her and Agent Ashley at the le a bit higher, but said, "Close enough That’s quite a distance Okay, let’s see if we can’t find theents dispersed, "Everyone be careful!"