Bernie got off the dozer. We walked toward the rubble pile, and there, balanced between two rocks, sat a human skull. Yes, I’d seen this skull before, just before that cave-in.
“Oh my God,” said Addie. “Do you think that’s my great grandmother’s sister?”
“We’ll need DNA to establish that,” Bernie said.
DNA – that came up from time to time in our job, but what it is exactly I couldn’t tell you.
We stood in front of the skull, all of us quiet. There were tears in Addie’s eyes. She took Bernie’s hand. Once Bernie told Suzie that some crimes are – what was it, again? I tried to remember.
