Was it recent?
He noticed another, then some brush flattened, leading toward the creek. Dugans instincts kicked in, and he shone his flashlight on the ground and followed the indentations.
Several feet away, he saw another area of ground that looked disturbed. Mud and sticks and...something else.
Bones.
Maybe an animals?
He hurried over to examine them, his pulse pounding. No...that was a human femur. And a finger.
Human bones.
And judging from the decomp, they had been there too long to belong to one of the two teenagers whod gone missing.
The radio at his belt buzzed and crackled, and he hit the button to connect.
We found the boys, Jaxon said. A little dehydrated, but theyre fine.
Dugan removed his Stetson and wiped sweat from his forehead. Good. But I need the coroner over here at Cobra Creek.
What?
I found bones, Dugan said. Looks like theyve been here a couple of years.
A foreboding washed over Dugan. Two years ago, a man named Ron Lewis had supposedly died in a car crash near here. Sage Freeports son had been with him at the time.
The mans body and her sons had never been found.
Could these bones belong to Ron Lewis, the man whod taken her son?
* * *
SAGE SET A PLACE at the breakfast bar for Benji, then slid a pancake onto the plate and doused it with powdered sugar, just the way her son liked it. His chocolate milk came next.
The tabletop Christmas tree she kept year-round still held the tiny ornaments Benji had made and hung on it. And the present shed had for him the year hed gone missing still sat wrapped, waiting for his small hands to tear it open.
It was a glove and ball, something Benji had asked Santa for that year.
Would the glove still fit when she finally found him and he came home?
Two of her guests, a couple named Dannon, whod come to Cobra Creek to celebrate their twentieth anniversary, gave her pitying looks, but she ignored them.
She knew people thought she was crazy. Mrs. Krandall, the owner of the diner in town, had even warned her that perpetuating the fantasy that her son was still alive by keeping a place set for him was dangerous for her and downright creepy.
She also suggested that it would hurt Sages business.
A business Sage needed to pay the billsand to keep her sanity.
But she couldnt accept that her son was dead.
Not without answers as to why Ron had taken Benji from the house and where theyd been headed.
Not without definite proof that he wasnt alive out there somewhere, needing her.
Of course, Benjis hat and bear had been found at the scene, but his bones had never been recovered.
Sheriff Gandt theorized that Lewis and Benji probably had been injured and tried to escape the fire by going into the creek. But storms created a strong current that night, and their bodies must have washed downstream, then into the river where theyd never be found.
She should never have trusted Ron with her son. It was her fault he was gone....
She refused to believe that he wouldnt be back. She had to cling to hope.
Without it, the guilt would eat her alive.
* * *
DUGAN GRITTED HIS TEETH as Sheriff Gandt studied the bones.
Could have been a stranger wandering through, Gandt said. Miles of wilderness out here. Ill check the databases for wanted men. Criminals have been known to hide out here off the grid.
The medical examiner, Dr. Liam Longmire, narrowed his eyes as he examined the body they unearthed when theyd swept the debris from the bones. Most of the skeleton was intact. Of course, the bones had decayed and been mauled by animals, but there were enough that theyd be able to identify him. That is, if they had medical records to compare to.
What about Ron Lewis? Dugan asked. It could be him.
Sheriff Gandt adjusted the waistband of his uniform pants and chewed on a blade of grass, his silence surprising. The man usually had an answer for everything.
Dr. Longmire looked up at Dugan, then Gandt. I cant say who he is yet, but this man didnt die from a fire or from the elements.
What was the cause of death? Dugan asked.
Longmire pointed to the rib cage and thoracic cavity. See the markings of a bullet? It shattered one of his ribs. I can tell more when I get him on the table, but judging from the angle, it appears
the bullet probably pierced his heart.
Dugan glanced at Gandt, who made a harrumph sound.
Guess youve got a murder to investigate, Sheriff, Dugan said.
Gandt met his gaze with stone-cold, gray eyes, then glanced at the M.E. How long has he been dead?
My guess is a couple of years. Dr. Longmire paused. Thatd be about the time that Lewis man ran off with Sage Freeports kid.
Gandt nodded, his mouth still working that blade of grass. But his grim expression told Dugan this body was more of a nuisance than a case he wanted to work.
Ill request Lewiss dental records, Dr. Longmire said. If they match, well know who our victim is.
Gandt started to walk away, but Dugan cleared his throat. Sheriff, arent you going to get a crime unit to comb the area and look for evidence?
Dont see no reason for that, Gandt muttered. If the mans been dead two years, probably aint nothin to find. Besides, the flood last week would have washed away any evidence. He gestured to the south. That said, Lewiss car was found farther downstream. If his body got in the water, it would have floated further downstream, not up here.