There lay a man, flat on his back, his left leg turned grotesquely forward from the knee. His eyes and mouth wide open. “Jesus Christ!” Benji said. “My God, it’s Chase Andrews.” “We better git the sheriff.” “But we ain’t s’posed to be out here.” “That don’t matter now. And them crows’ll be snooping ’round anytime now.”
And so begins the mystery part of the book.
