Chris Mooney - The Missing

'What brought him to mind?'

'The map you found,' Evan said. 'Riggers said he saw a map of these woods when he was in Grady's house.'

'I don't remember reading anything about a map.'

'It was destroyed in the fire. Riggers didn't remember much from the map, but he said it was for these woods. The thinking was Grady might have used this area as a possible burial spot, so we searched the woods. We never found anything.'

'How much of the woods did you search?'

'About a quarter of it,' Evan said. 'I don't have to tell you how big these woods are. The Belham department ran out of money and the search was called off.'

'So Grady's victims are probably still buried out here.'

'I think so – at least that's what I believe deep in my gut. To find where they're buried, it would take a miracle.'

Darby stopped walking. 'This should be the place.'

Below them was a sunny, wide-open patch of ground covered with leaves.

'I don't see any evidence of recent digging,' Evan said. 'In fact, I don't see evidence of anyone having been out here at all. Take a look at the slope. No boot prints.'

'The rain we had might have washed them away. There's barely any tree coverage here.'

'We should assemble a team to come out here and search.'

'Look down there.' Darby pointed to a boulder spray-painted with a small, white smiley face.

'Some kids could have done that,' Evan said.

No. Evan was wrong. Kids wouldn't come all the way out here. This location was too remote and private. Digging out here late at night, Traveler wouldn't have to worry about being spotted or heard.

Darby headed down the muddy slope, wondering if Traveler made two separate trips out here – one time to dig the grave, the second to bury the body. Or did he do it all in one trip?

Darby placed her kit on top of the boulder. Next she set up the tarp. When examining burial spots, a team of people was used to help with the tedious task of turning over each leaf and setting it on a tarp while searching the ground for any potential evidence that might have been left behind.

'We should call in more people,' Evan said. 'It will make this go quicker.'

'By the time we mobilize a group and get them out here, we'll probably be done.' Darby grabbed a shovel. 'Come on, let's get to work.'

Darby was hoping to find a cigarette butt, a candy wrapper or soda can – something with DNA that would place Traveler at this burial site. After sifting through the leaves for an hour, the only thing they found was an old penny. She bagged it into evidence, but she wasn't holding out any hope of finding a fingerprint.

'I say we start digging at the base of the boulder and work our way out,' Darby said.

Evan agreed and handed her a shovel.

As Darby worked, the morning sun warm on her neck, her thoughts kept running back to what Evan had said about having searched through these woods for the remains of Grady's victims. Was Melanie still buried somewhere out here?

I'm sorry, Mel. I'm sorry you and Stacey never got the chance to live out your lives. I've tried hard to forget what happened. If you had lived, Mel, I know you would have done a much better job at remembering me. If there is such a place as heaven, I can only pray that if we ever meet you'll find it in your heart to forgive me.

The hole was rectangular in shape, about four feet deep. Darby tossed her shovel aside.

'I don't want to risk damaging anything with the shovel.' She lay down on her stomach and reached inside the hole. 'Do me a favor and grab the brush and hand trowel from my kit.'

Darby used her gloved hands to scoop away the dirt. The wet dirt had seeped through her jeans. In the far distance she heard the sound of branches snapping back.

Evan stood over her, watching. He had retreated back into his stony silence. He had barely spoken while they dug.

Darby felt something hard beneath her fingers. She scooped away the dirt. At first, she thought it was a rock. But as she moved away the dirt, she had an idea what it was.

Staring up at her were the parietal and occipital bones that made up the human skull. Jane or John Doe was lying facedown in the grave. The skull was a dark, rusty color, and there wasn't any hair.

Evan handed her a brush from her kit. Darby scooped away more dirt, alternating between her fingers and the brush.

'I don't see any insect activity. No soft tissue… No muscle tissue, cartilage or ligaments. Fully skeletonized would be my guess.'

Darby pointed to a dark web of lines on the ocular section of the skull. 'These are dendritic impressions. You see these root etchings when a skull's been buried for a good amount of time. I should call Carter. He's the state's forensic anthropologist.'

'How many people does he have working for him?'

'I'm not sure. Two, I think. Carter has experience in exhuming mass gravesites. He also works for a group that travels to third world countries – places where there are mass graves from genocide and wars.'

The sound of branches snapping back grew louder. Someone was heading this way. Probably Banville, she thought.

'I wonder if there's a full set of remains buried in there,' Darby said.

'This spot could be a dumping ground.'

'The ground's too wet to use ground-penetrating radar,' Darby said. The machines Carter sometimes used looked like futuristic lawn mowers. They required traction on hard, dry surfaces. 'I'm going to call Carter. I don't want to dig any more and risk damaging whatever bones might be buried in here.'

Evan glanced off at the trail. Darby looked over her shoulder.

Standing on the level ground above her were four men dressed in suits. The tallest of the bunch, a man with a crew cut, said, 'Special Agent Manning, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'

'Who's that?' Darby asked.

Evan walked away without answering. Darby stood up and brushed the mud off her jeans.

Coop's cell phone vibrated in her back pocket.

Darby stripped off her gloves. The cell phone's signal was low, the reception scratchy. She barely heard Coop's voice. Darby told him to hold on a moment and paced the area until the static eased. She pressed a hand over her other ear.

'What did you say, Coop?'

'I said they kicked me out of the mobile lab.'

'Who did?'

'Our good friends from Club Fed,' Coop said. 'The FBI has taken over the investigation.'

'It happened about twenty minutes ago,' Coop said. They're taking me downtown.'

'Why?'

'They have some questions about the investigation. Has Manning said anything to you?'

'No.' But I have a feeling I'm about to find out, Darby thought. 'What reason did they give you for taking over the case?'

'They didn't. Two of their agents were killed by the bomb in the van, so I'm guessing they're using that as their way in. I can't talk long. I snuck away and borrowed Romano's phone.'

'Is Banville there?'

'I haven't seen him. Look, I don't know what's going on, but I think it might have something to do with CODIS. After you left, the computer came back with a DNA hit. I saw it on the screen. Whatever it is, it's classified. I couldn't access it. Shit. Here they come.'

'Call Leland,' Darby said. 'I'll see what I can find out.'

Darby headed up the slope. Everyone stopped talking.

The tall man with the crew cut handed her a business card – Assistant Attorney General Alexander Zimmerman from the Department of Justice. Oh boy.

'Your business here is concluded, Miss McCormick,' Zimmerman said. 'Once you reach your crime scene vehicle, you're to turn over all materials and related evidence to Special Agent Vamosi. He'll escort you out. You're to follow Agent Vamosi to the Boston office.'