Around Hutch’s feet were more of the large wet leaves, thickening to a brownish mulch in the poor light. And there were other things down there too that Hutch had partially cleared of foliage. They looked like more of the dead tree branches, black with damp. ‘What? What am I looking at, Hutch?’ Hutch raised his face. ‘Remains. Human remains.’ ‘The crypt?’ Luke hardly heard his own voice and then had to swallow the nerves that put a tremor in his words.
