The traffic officer nodded. “I’d like prints of any pictures you take,” he said.
“Sure,” Drake told him.
“And don’t mess up anything. The coroner hasn’t arrived yet.”
“Think he’ll come?”
“He’ll probably tell us to bring the body in, but we’re awaiting definite instructions to make sure.”
“Where’s the body?” Mason asked.
“Over there under that tree, covered with a canvas. But you can’t tell anything by that.”
“Why not?”
“Take a look at the head and you’ll see why. Lying out in the sun for a couple of days hasn’t improved things any, either.”
Drake said, “Okay, thanks, we’ll take a look. Come on, boys, let’s go.”