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.Perhaps a few mun dane questions would put them at ease.The two did relax their stance.‘‘Basically, inventorying the trees,’’ said Chris.‘‘You count them?’’‘‘Yes—and determine the diameter, height and species.’’‘‘Surely not all of them.’’‘‘No, not on a parcel this size.It’s six hundred and twenty-five acres.We do a point sample—count a tenth of an acre at regular points on a grid.’’ Steven pointed to a rolled-up map in the backseat of the Rover.‘‘So you’ve been all over the woods.Or did you just start?’’‘‘No.We’ve been at it a while.Mainly in this sec tion.’’ He pointed to the woods on the side of the road opposite the crime scene.‘‘This section’s mainly soft woods and pine.The other side, where the bodies are, is mainly hardwoods.It hasn’t been cut in over a hundred years,’’ Steven added.‘‘Have you noticed anyone out in the woods while you were working?’’Chris and Steven looked at each other wide-eyed.‘‘You mean the killer could be out here—now?’’‘‘Probably not,’’ said Diane.‘‘I’m just asking ques tions I always ask.Did you see anyone?’’Both the men shook their heads.‘‘No.But we found some hoofprints thataways.’’ Chris pointed to the piney side of the road.‘‘I’d say about a half a mile in.For about a half mile you get these mostly thirtyyear-old trees you see here.After that, the parcel was clear-cut about ten years ago.The hoofprints were along a stream where the trees weren’t cut.The timber managers always try to leave a stand to control ero sion along streams of any size.’’‘‘But you didn’t see a rider?’’‘‘No.Just the prints.If I was a tracker, I’d tell you how old they were, but I’m not.’’ Chris laughed, joined by Steven.‘‘I suppose they could be new or they could be old.We haven’t had rain in a while.’’‘‘Did the horses have shoes?’’They hesitated a second, surprised by the question.‘‘I don’t know that I noticed,’’ said Steven.‘‘I’d say yes.The print was crisp, as I recall.’’‘‘When you’re doing your timber cruise, do you tag the trees in some way—make a cut in them?’’‘‘Sometimes we use an orange ribbon to mark the center of the plot we’re sampling, but you wouldn’t want to make a cut.It’d be a way for diseases to attack the tree.Besides, these are valuable products.You don’t go hacking them up,’’ said Steven.‘‘She’s talking about that tree over there.’’ Chris pointed in the direction of the tree Diane had found with the gash.‘‘We saw that.Somebody took a saw to it.No idea why.They wouldn’t be check ing for sap or anything.Maybe someone was trying to cut it down.Not doing a very good job of it, though.’’‘‘Near the crime scene, there’s a tree that’s been cut down and brush piled on top.Did you do that?’’Both of them shook their heads.‘‘No,’’ said Chris.‘‘We saw that too.Maybe somebody was trying to hide what they’d done.’’‘‘Maybe.Have you noticed or found anything un usual while you’ve been out here?’’‘‘Unusual? More unusual than those bodies?’’‘‘Anything like the remains of a campfire, tire tracks, objects—anything not natural to the forest.’’They hesitated a moment.Exchanged gazes briefly, and looked back at Diane.‘‘Just the hoofprints,’’ said Chris.‘‘But we were mainly looking at the trees.’’Steven agreed.‘‘No one’s supposed to camp here.Something like campfire smoke would’ve been no ticed.They keep a pretty good eye out for forest fires, especially since it’s been so dry.’’‘‘They?’’‘‘The forest rangers.Anyone here ’bouts would take notice of smoke, for that matter.’’Diane’s gaze rested on the map in the backseat.‘‘Could I have a look at your map?’’‘‘We’ve got a copy we could give you,’’ said Chris.He went around and opened the back and pulled out a cardboard mailing tube.‘‘It’s got our grid marked on it, but that shouldn’t matter.’’He pulled out the map and unrolled it on the hood of the Rover.That was when Diane noticed how marked up the side of the vehicle was.For a moment her heart skipped a beat.Of course their vehicle would be beat up.It was an old model and they used it on rough terrain—and she was sure the sheriff would check them out.They had found the bodies, and it would be routine to check them out.Still.She took a deep breath.‘‘We’re right here.’’ Chris pointed to a spot on the map next to a line marked as a road.‘‘The bodies are here [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]