Chapter 7

“Aye, madre de Dios!I think it is the chupacabraor maybe a rogue jaguar or tigrestrayed from its home. A human could not do this, not even a gang of mercenaries hired by the cartel. Todos los Santos!”

Rhys responded in the other man’s native tongue. “Quien sabe. Maybe this time there’ll be more sign, some clues.”

He looked down the remaining yards to the level ground where the CSI team was at work. Billy circled around, a wet bandana tied across his face and his eyes hidden behind mirror sunglasses. He worked alone, relying on his unique inexplicable senses and inborn skills. Billy could almost scent like a bloodhound, but Rhys knew he still didn’t like death. This place reeked of it, a miasma hovering almost visible over the whole area. Rhys could imagine the strain marking the Navajo’s face and could read his tension in the way he moved.