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CHAPTER 8

Before I called 911, I advised everyone to remove their valuables from the RV because once the police took possession of it, they wouldn’t let us back inside.

Mansoor screwed the cap back on his bottle of water. “Sounds like you have some experience with this kind of thing.”

“A little,” I lied. Truth was, I’d learned a lot about police procedure not only from Crusher, who was a federal agent, but from my own investigations of no less than ten homicides over the last few years.

We grabbed our purses and sweaters. Then I made the call and waited for the police with our little group outside the Winnebago. Denver picked up the basket again and kept his other arm around Birdie’s shoulder. Lucy and I huddled into one another for support and gripped each other’s hands. Paulina stood alone while Mansoor paced back and forth. We were far enough from the parking area to have a clear view of the yurt some fifty yards away. The racket from the crows had fallen silent. I looked up and spotted the reason why. Five dark birds circled in the bright blue sky overhead. From their size and the beige feathers underneath their dark wings, I guessed they must be turkey vultures, nature’s cleanup crew.