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these scientists were holed up in the first trailer,” Begay offered his opinion. “Maybe they were trying to hide from whatever was out here.”
    “Yeah, thanks for your take on things,” Klein said. “But we’ll take it from here.”
    “You mean the scientists were trying to hide in the trailer from the killers?” Palmer asked, ignoring Klein.
    “I don’t know what it was,” Begay answered.
    “You think this could’ve been some kind of animal attack?” Palmer asked him.
    “Forensics will decide that,” Klein snapped at both of them.
    Begay shook his head no at Palmer’s question and began to walk towards the first trailer. He shot a glance back at his men as if telepathically telling them to stay put.
    The two officers didn’t seem to mind staying right where they were.
    Palmer and Klein fell in step beside the big man as they marched towards the trailer, their breaths clouding up in front their faces in the freezing air. Begay spoke again when they were out of earshot of his men. “My guys are a little spooked.”
    Palmer nodded like he understood. He wondered how many murder scenes they had investigated over the years. Couldn’t be that many, he guessed. And probably nothing like this.
    Begay stopped at the foot of the portable steps that led up to the door of the first trailer. “It wasn’t an animal that did this.”
    “The report I got says the bodies were torn apart,” Palmer said. “Maybe a bear—”
    “Bears are hibernating this time of the year. And we don’t see many around these parts anyway. They stay more to the north.”
    Palmer nodded. “So you’re saying it was a man?”
    “A man didn’t do all of this.”
    “More than one killer,” Klein said.
    Again, Begay shook his head no. A deep scowl lined his face. He looked down at the frozen dirt for a moment, and then he locked eyes with the FBI agents. “I don’t know what did all of this.”
    “Okay,” Palmer breathed out, creating his own cloud of breath in front of his face. “Let’s go inside. See what’s going on.”
    “You’re the experts,” Begay said. “That’s why I call you guys.”
    Palmer thought he heard sarcasm in Begay’s voice. The big man had the expression of a man who knew a terrible secret—a secret that he was going to let Palmer and Klein discover for themselves very soon.
    “A forensics team is on the way from Albuquerque,” Klein told Begay, still not making a move towards the trailer door. “I don’t want anything around here disturbed any more than it probably already has been.”
    Begay stared at Klein. “We haven’t touched anything.”
    Palmer slipped off his leather gloves and pocketed them in one of his coat pockets. The cold bit at his exposed skin right away. From another pocket he fished out a pair of wadded-up blue nitrite gloves and slid his hands into them. These gloves offered little protection from the freezing air. He looked at the trailer door as he adjusted his gloves, waiting a moment before entering. He wasn’t sure why he was hesitating. He’d been to a thousand crime scenes before, he’d seen hundreds and hundreds of dead bodies, some mutilated beyond recognition. There wasn’t anything here that was going to shock or surprise him.
    Yet he wasn’t sure why he was feeling a little nervous right now.
    Maybe it was the look in the eyes of these Navajo policemen that was spooking him. These were tough and strong men, and they had seen something here that had scared them badly.
    Klein slipped on a pair of latex gloves and he wasted no time butting in front of Palmer. He climbed the portable wooden steps to the trailer door and entered.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Navajo Reservation—dig site
    T he first thing Palmer noticed when he entered the trailer was the blood. The room he stood in seemed to take up almost half of the front of the trailer. There were two couches on opposite walls and a small recliner in a corner. Most likely some of the archaeologists slept on these pieces