conscious when the first axe blow fell, how the killer

must have used the trunk of Harris’s car to strew the

body parts along Ward Dairy Road.

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I mulled over the chronology and tried not to visu-

alize what he had described. “Nobody saw him after

that Sunday, the divorce was final on Monday, his legs

weren’t found till Friday and the ME’s setting the time

of death as when?”

“Originally between Saturday and Thursday, but

that’s been narrowed down to Sunday as the earliest

possible day.”

“Because Flame talked to him then?”

“And because his farm manager saw him on Sunday

around noon. If the body was in that unheated shed

from the time of death till the night they were found,

then Sunday’s more likely. If somebody held him pris-

oner for a few days first though, it could be as late as

Thursday. Denning’s taking extra pains with the insect

evidence in the blood.”

Insect evidence?

Read maggots.

“Is that going to be much use? Cold as it was all that

week, would there have been blowflies?”

“Remember the foxes?”

I smiled and lifted his hand to my lips. Of course I

remembered.

It had been a chilly Sunday morning back in early

January. The temperature could not have been much

over freezing, but the sun was shining and when he asked

if I’d like to take a walk, I had immediately reached for

a scarf and jacket. Hand in hand, we had rambled down

along the far side of the pond, going nowhere and in no

hurry to get there, enjoying the morning and sharing a

contentment that had needed few words. On the right

side of the rutted lane lay the lake-size expanse of dark

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water; on the left, a tangle of bushes, trash trees, and

vines edged a field that had lain fallow since early sum-

mer. Some farmers hate to see messy underbrush and

are out with weed killers at the first hint of unwanted

woody plants, but we’ve always left wide swaths for the

birds and small mammals that share the farm with us.

That morning, sparrows and thrashers fluttered in

and out of the hedgerow ahead of us as we approached

and our footsteps flushed huge grasshoppers that had

emerged from their winter hiding to bask in the warm

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