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    Shel continued to stare at the body for a moment, and then quickly dropped his shovel and walked away from the dirt-covered hair and decomposed face showing above the ground. Sadie couldn’t be sure, but she thought he pulled a phone out of his pocket before he disappeared around the parked van.
    Bill showed up a moment later and swore again. Pushing his hand through his hair, he ordered everyone out of the van and told them to grab shovels and verify that every as-yet-untouched grave contained Anasazi bones. “If there are more fresh bodies out there, I want the police to deal with them all at once.”
    Sadie waited for someone to object, but no one did, which meant she had to. “This is a crime scene, Mr. Line,” she said as crew members climbed out of the van and grabbed shovels. He turned to look at her and put his hands on his hips. Not a good sign. A few of the crew hung back, but others took off toward the remaining mounds of dirt. Sadie took a breath and pulled together her confidence. “We can’t dig anymore.”
    “Until the cops get here, it’s my dig.”
    Sadie shook her head with more force, losing some of her anxiety in the face of his . . . wrongness. “You can’t do that,” she said. “It’s illegal and it can mess up the pending investigation. We need to leave everything as we found it. We may have already accidentally destroyed evidence. But there won’t be anything accidental about us continuing to dig now that we know.”
    “My dig,” he repeated with clipped words. “And my freaking bonus that just went down the toilet. Salvage archeology is already the redheaded stepchild of any development like this.” He waved his hand at the raw desert surrounding them. “All the construction company sees is that they have to waste time and money on what, to them, is as important as dirt. This”—he pointed at the body Margo had gone back to digging up—“is their worst nightmare because what was already a pain in the neck just got ten times worse.”
    “I hardly think this is all that fond of being a part of it either,” Sadie said, waving at the bodies they had unearthed. “These bodies are not supposed to be here and—”
    Bill turned away and headed for his trailer, dialing another number on his phone.
    Sadie hurried after him. “This is a big mistake, Mr. Line,” she said as she marched in an attempt to keep up with his long strides. “A terrible, horrible mistake.”
    She stopped in her tracks as an awful crunch sounded to her left. She spun around and saw Kyle Langley, whom she’d researched just the night before, pull his shovel out of what was obviously a grave of antiquity, the dirt barely rounded above the flat desert.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Margo yelled, jumping up from where she’d been excavating and storming toward Langley.
    He put the point of the shovel in the dirt again and hurried to step on it before she reached him. The lizard tattoo on his forearm moved with his muscles as he pushed down on the shovel.
    Margo wasn’t fast enough to prevent the secondary crunch.
    “Bill told us to dig,” Langley said.
    Margo grabbed his shovel, pulling it away from him with surprising force. She swung the shovel up and grabbed the other end of the handle, holding it in front of her with both hands like a bow stick. Sadie had trained with bow sticks during her self-defense class, but she’d never mastered the weapon; she’d hurt herself enough times with it that the teacher suggested she concentrate on her hand work.
    When Langley grabbed for the shovel, Margo pushed it toward him, catching him in the chest, and causing him to stumble backwards. “What the—”
    “You’re not digging for rocks!” she yelled, taking a step toward him, which caused him to fall back another few steps. “You just crushed a skull, you idiot.”
    “Bill told us to dig,” Langley said again, but some of his fervor was gone. His eyes darted back and forth as though