It was a foot. A human foot. Even Chacon was taken aback. He’d been told the remains weren’t wrapped, but somehow he hadn’t visualized it. Yet there it was, in the bottom right-hand side of his monitor, naked and swollen, preserved in the cold freshwater. It was 4:42 P.M., nearly five hours after the team began setting up. Chacon turned to Oberlander. He both loved and hated this part. His team’s success was a family’s tragedy.
