Chapter 41

It didn’t take long for him to discover that there really was a body there. Joseph gasped, a barely audible sound, as Dale stared wide-eyed at the shoe and the piece of fabric of a pair of trousers. At least it wasn’t navy blue. Dominic always wore navy blue overalls.

Dale moved to the other end of the shallow grave and dropped to his knees. He began removing the dirt with his bare hands, clawing at it until the tips of his fingers began to bleed. In his desperation to see who it was that rested in the soil he scraped the back of his hand on a large stone. The resultant slash was immediately filled with blood, which was soon soaked up by the dirt that became crusted over the wound. He barely noticed it.

Finally he uncovered an eyebrow, a brown caterpillar against the stark background of grey-white skin. He gently brushed the dirt from the rest of the face.

“It’s Tom,” he said looking up at Joseph. “Help me get him out.”