Hunter didn't look up. He was looking at the way the soil had settled around the ribcage. It wasn't natural. "The larvae suggest four days," Hunter murmured, his voice raspy. "But the chemistry of the peat says something else. Someone tried to hide the passage of time."
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He stood up, the wind whipping his coat. In Beckett's world, the dead never truly sleep—they tell stories of how they were silenced. And this body was screaming. Quick Tips for Fans: Hunter didn't look up
"How long, David?" the Detective Inspector asked, his breath blooming in the cold air. "The larvae suggest four days," Hunter murmured, his