Sam searched the riverbed for the missing head. She found some buried bottles, and a bit of soggy cardboard, but no other body parts. She returned to the underpass and scrambled up the edge, noting that the ambulance crew had set up some guide ropes. The killer, whomever he was, was nimble.
She found her partner at the park entrance speaking to the lady with the dog, which sniffed her and growled. She stepped to the other side of T-Bone, who gave her a knowing look. It wasn’t that she was afraid of dogs, per se, she just didn’t get along with them very well.
“Mrs. Tremble, did you go down into the wash?”
“Oh God forbid. I’d never get out.”
“Then how did you spot the body?”
“I didn’t at first. Rocky,” she gestured to her miniature poodle, “smelled something and started yapping. So I pulled out my field glasses, thinking that it was probably a coyote or a cat, and spotted something,” she paused and swallowed. “I spotted something red and called 911.”
“Do you normally carry binoculars around, Mrs. Tremble?” T-Bone asked.
“Yes. I’m a birder.”
“Can you show us the exact spot where you were standing when you saw the body?”
At her nod, T-Bone lead the lady to the edge of the embankment. She stood next to a creosote bush and leaned forward a little.
“Well, I don’t see it now.”
“We removed the remains, Mrs. Tremble.”
“Oh, of course.”
“Did you see anyone else around on your walk?” Sam asked, making a note to get field glasses and check the view from various parts of the bank.