The skeleton had been in the ground for a long time. Joe Quinn had seen enough of them to The Killing Game – Eve Duncan 02
recognize that. But how long?
He turned to Sheriff Bosworth. “Who found it?”
“Two hikers. They stumbled on it late last night. Those rains the past few days washed it out of the ground. Hell, that storm slid half the mountain into the falls. A real gully washer.” His gaze narrowed on Joe’s face. “You must have hotfooted up here from Atlanta as soon as you heard about it.”
“You think it’s connected to one of Atlanta PD’s cases?”
“Maybe.” He paused. “No. This is an adult.”
“You’re looking for a kid?”
“Yes.” Every day. Every night. Always. He shrugged. “The initial report didn’t say whether it was an adult or a child.”
Bosworth bristled. “So? I never have to make reports like this. We’re pretty crime free here.
“You knew enough to recognize possible knife wounds to the skeleton’s rib cage. But I do admit our problems are a little different. What’s your population?”
“Don’t come up here and slam me, Quinn. We’ve got a strong law enforcement body. We don’t need any city cops messing around our jurisdiction.” He’d made a mistake, Joe thought wearily.
