begun to excavate in centimeter levels. They were only six inches down, and had yet to sift through anything more exciting than the coarse dirt.
'I still don't think this thing is working right,' Jeremy said. 'I can't seem to get rid of that strange, streaky feedback a couple yards down.'
'I told you that you were putting it together wrong,' Breck said.
'You could always switch with me and lug this thing around, princess.'
Les rolled his eyes and tuned them out. Their bickering was grating on his nerves. Besides, he needed to try to sort out his thoughts, to figure out exactly what was so wrong with this site.
'There's another one over here!' Jeremy called. 'Same size, same shape, and same location within this section.'
'Mark it and try the next section over,' Les said. Two could be a coincidence. Three was a pattern. 'Let me know immediately if it's there.'
What was roughly five inches square, half an inch thick, and crafted from metal? He would know soon enough, he supposed, but the objects made him nervous. The Bighorn Medicine Wheel predated the development of Native American metallurgical skills. If what they uncovered was manmade, then this site wasn't nearly as old as it had been designed to appear.
The wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that crinkled his nose. It smelled like something had crawled off into the forest to die. He stepped around the cairn and walked into the wind, but the smell dissipated. A cursory inspection of the forest's edge didn't reveal the carcass he had expected to find. Perhaps the detritus had already accumulated over it. The breeze waned, and he returned to his post, where he resumed his supervisory duties.
'Right here,' Jeremy said. 'Just like the other two. What do you want me to do?'
'For now, just mark it and keep going with the magnetometer. I want to map as much of the site as we can before sundown.'
'I could just dig it up really quickly.'
'That's not how it works and you know it.'
Les sighed. The impatience of youth.
'Can't blame a guy for trying,' Jeremy said with a shrug, and went back to work.
Another gust of wind brought the stench back to Les. The breeze made a whistling sound as it passed through the stacked stones of the cairn.
He crept closer and the smell intensified. The source of the vile reek was definitely somewhere under the cairn. He leaned right up against it and tried to peer through the tiny gaps between the stones. At first, he saw only shadows, so he crouched and inspected the lower portion, nearer the ground. He gagged and covered his mouth and nose with his dirty hand.
There was a dark recess behind the stacked rocks. He could barely discern a smooth section of something the color of rust. A rounded segment of bone through which thin sutures coursed. Just the barest glimpse and he knew exactly what was entombed within those stones.
'We've reached the artifact,' Breck called. 'What do you want us to do?'
Les couldn't find the voice to answer. He craned his neck to see through another gap below the last. An eye socket in profile, the sharp stub of the nasal bones, crusted with a coating of dirt and blood.
A spider scurried over the cheekbone and disappeared into a small fissure in the ridged maxilla above a row of tiny teeth.
There was no doubt it was human. And it definitely wasn't thousands of years old.
His legs gave out and deposited him on his rear end in the dirt. He scanned the forest, expecting to find whoever had done this watching him from the shadows.
'Dr. Grant? What you want us to do with this?'
He whirled in her direction. These kids were his responsibility. He needed to get them out of here this very second.
Breck raised her eyebrows to reiterate the question. She and Lane knelt over the square hole in the earth, mounds of dirt to either side by the screens they had used to sift through them. They must have recognized something in his expression, for both of them backed slowly away from him.
'Gather your belongings,' Les snapped.
'What about the magnetometer?' Jeremy asked.
'Leave it!'
Les crawled away from the cairn and shoved to his feet. He grabbed his backpack and strode toward where Breck and Lane cringed. Fear shimmered in their eyes.
'Get your backpacks. Hurry up!'
'But Dr. Grant---' Lane started.
'We don't have time for this!'
The graduate students scurried away from their excavation. Les heard a shuffling sound as they donned their gear. He knelt by the hole and stared into its depths.
A tin with rounded edges peeked out of the ground. He brushed away the loose dirt to reveal three rows of numbers and letters that had been crudely scratched into the metal.
19
3-20
V.E.
He pulled one of the tent pegs from the cordon and pried at the corner of the object.
The top portion of the tin popped open to reveal its contents.
A DVD-R in an ordinary plastic jewel case. The same series of numbers and letters had been scrawled on the disk in black marker.
There was blood smeared all over the case.
PREDATORY INSTINCT
MICHAEL McBRIDE
Now available in paperback and eBook
From Delirium Books
The fossilized remains of a previously unclassified hominin species are discovered in the Altai Mountains, prompting teams of scientists from around the globe to converge upon this isolated region of Siberia in search of further evidence to corroborate the revolutionary theory that a third proto-human ancestor coexisted with Neanderthals and primitive
What awaits them is anything but extinct.
FBI Special Agent Grey Porter leads the investigation into the mysterious circumstances surrounding the appearance of a factory trawler of Russian origin off of the Washington Coast. He finds twelve bodies; all of them exsanguinated through ferocious bite wounds on their necks. According to the manifest, there should have only been eleven.
