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seemed too fragile to answer any questions right now.
    They continued digging and cataloging for another thirty minutes. Sadie could not have been more relieved when an approaching cloud of dust in the distance announced the police. She finished filling in the information on the bag she had in hand, then stood and hurried it over to Roberto just as the squad car pulled to a stop.
    She pulled out her phone to see if Pete had responded to her text. He had, and she read the words twice.
Don’t say anything about the undercover work. Stick to your story. I’ve made a call to the BLM contact. I can’t believe this.
     
    Sadie let out a breath and deleted the text in case the police wanted to look at her phone. She slipped the phone back into her pocket. You and me both.
     

Chapter 5
     

     
    Sadie gave her statement to the police late Thursday afternoon and was then driven back to the carpool location along with the remaining crew. It was a surprisingly quiet drive; no one wanted to be the one to broach the silence and by the time the D&E van pulled into the parking lot, the opportunity was lost.
    The story was on the news that night and there were a few follow-up notes about it over the weekend. On Saturday, the police reported that initial forensics had confirmed both bodies were male, Hispanic, and possibly illegal immigrants. Both had been killed by a gunshot to the head at point-blank range. The men didn’t match any missing persons reports filed in the last six years, and they hadn’t been buried at the same time, however, both murders were estimated to have happened within the last year. Further testing would be needed. In the meantime, the public was asked to inform police if they had any information. By Monday, the story of two bodies dug up from an ancient burial site was old news.
    The lack of new details was frustrating and Sadie reviewed the order of events over and over again. Details began to rise to the surface of her memory—things she wanted to make sense of. Why were the bodies there? Why had Margo been so upset? And then there was Shel. He’d kept digging and discovered the second body even after Bill told him to stop.
    Pete didn’t know anything more about the case than she did, and Agent Shannon, Sadie’s contact from the Bureau of Land Management, had told her via one phone call—the first time Sadie had even heard the woman’s voice—to be patient. Ho boy, being patient was not Sadie’s strong suit. But she didn’t dare go around the BLM to ask for information from the police. She didn’t know how the jurisdictions worked.
    To keep her mind and hands occupied, she’d been baking like a madwoman, freezing most of what she made for a later date, something that was a bit odd to her because she liked the process of cooking her favorite items as much as eating them, so freezing simply denied her the pleasure of creation later on. Still, she needed to stay busy, and baking was her old standby. She should really take up some hobbies other than cooking and investigating murders.
    At least Pete was coming to visit this weekend, after he finished some training he was heading up in Denver. Sadie couldn’t wait to see him. But the weekend felt so far away.
    Sadie wondered if she’d go back to the dig at all—D&E had sent out a form e-mail explaining that they would be in touch when and if the dig reopened. As much as Sadie hated the actual work, she missed having purpose—and a dual purpose at that. The last nine names on her list remained unresearched, waiting, like everyone else, to see what would happen next.
    “Well,” Caro said after Sadie had voiced her concerns about whether or not she’d go back to the dig site, “I told Lois I’d help her with her booth at the Fiesta. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind an extra set of hands if you don’t go back.”
    “That would be fun,” Sadie said, transferring the dulce de leche bars she’d made that morning to a clean plate.
    Lois was Caro’s