Scattered Graves

Начало книги

Diane Fallon studied the Neanderthal child staring at her from his perch. His chubby face didn’t look all that different from his modern Homo sapiens cousins. He was smiling shyly at her from atop a boulder out side the rock shelter, his plump little fingers grasping the surface of the rock.

‘‘Will you lookee here...’’

For a fraction of a second Diane was startled, as if the resin figure of the Neanderthal had suddenly come to life. She smiled to herself and turned to see a lanky kid, she guessed about thirteen years old, looking wide-eyed at the Neanderthal exhibit. Behind him stood Sheriff Bruce Canfield of Rose County and an older man she did not know.

The sheriff was holding a cardboard file box, the kind with a lid and handholds on the sides. His widebrimmed sheriff’s hat sat on top of the box. Canfield was a large man in his late fifties with a full head of dyed brown hair. He was wearing his khaki sher iff’s uniform and Diane thought he looked a little sheepish.

Читать дальше →