Bone Secrets 03 - Buried

eyes, Dr. Peres flatly stated to the group, “It’s an adult. Female.” She stalked out of the tent.
    Lacey followed after a single, silent transmission to Michael with her eyes.
Don’t move
.
    No problem.
Michael blew out a breath. An adult. Not another boy.
    Beside him, Sherrine stretched. “I think we’ll head out.” She clapped her hands at Queenie, who bounded to her side. “We’re done here.”
    Done?
“Wait a minute. You can’t be done.” Michael stood, ignoring the sweat that rolled down his neck. “There’s more.”
    The woman glanced up from examining her pack. “No. I’m positive we’ve found everything. Queenie and I have been back and forth over this farm all day. Unless the police decide they want to start gridding the forest on the south side, we’re done. It looks like everything was buried in this immediate area.”
    “But there’s more. There’s got to be one more.”
    The woman blinked at him. “And you know this how…?”
    “Because…because…” He leaned closer. “There were nine children taken. One walked out. The rest were never seen again.”
    “What in the hell are you talking about?” Sherrine’s hands froze on the zipper to her pack.
    “How long have you lived here?” Michael’s heart was ready to bust out of his chest.
    The woman shrugged. “Eight years.”
    He swallowed hard. “About twenty years ago, nine kids and their bus driver vanished. The bus, too. One boy showed up two years later, half dead, unable to remember what’d happened to him. The others are still missing. You just found seven children and an adult. This
has
to be the place.
It has to
.”
    “You think the woman Dr. Peres just mentioned is the driver?”
    Michael nodded urgently. “There’s got to be one more child buried here somewhere.”
    Sherrine looked ready to blow her stack. “How come no one mentioned this to me? Everyone knows what we’re looking for but me?”
    “No, not everyone,” a new voice spoke. “And let’s keep it that way.”
    Michael spun at the male voice and turned to find himself nose to nose with Mason Callahan, OSP Major Crimes detective. Michael automatically glanced over Callahan’s shoulder, looking for his ever-present partner, Detective Ray Lusco. Ray flashed him a white grin, his eyes twinkling at Michael’s surprise.
    “Detectives. Wondered when you’d show up,” Michael managed to say evenly.
    “We’ve been in and out since the first discovery yesterday, Brody. Didn’t realize we were supposed to report to you. What the fuck are you doing on the scene?” Callahan’s dark green eyes glittered dangerously under his cowboy hat.
    Lusco fought a cough.
    Aw, hell.
    “How can you wear that hat in this heat?” Michael asked. At least the hat was a pale straw instead of the detective’s usual black felt. Shitkickers and faded jeans made up the rest of the detective’s uniform. Lusco looked his usual GQ self in khakis and short-sleeved knit shirt. Michael wondered if Lusco deliberately matched his belt to his shoes. No doubt.
    No one had ever truly intimidated Michael, but the aging cowboy detective was near the top of the ladder. Vicky Peres stood a rung higher. Not that he’d ever let her or the detectives know that fact.
    “When are you gonna stop dressing like a skateboarder? What are you, thirty-five or fourteen?” Callahan fired back.
    Michael had a hunch the detective knew exactly how old he was. And his date of birth.
    Michael first crossed paths with the state detectives last winter when Lacey had been stalked by a killer. Michael had been standing in the right place at the right time when the detectives had needed an immediate hand. Had he ever gotten a thank you? A note? Nothing.
    “These are the missing Condon Academy kids. You know it,” Michael stated quietly.
    “We don’t know shit. We’ve got a couple of bodies that are kids. That doesn’t automatically make this related to your brother.”
    Callahan knew exactly why he was there.
    Callahan also believed it was the missing bus, and he hadn’t been one bit surprised to find Michael on his scene. He probably had wondered what had taken Michael so long. Damned detective probably knew every relative of every missing kid on thatbus. Oregon’s saddest mystery was never far from every cop’s thoughts.
    Nine children from the elite, private Condon Academy. Returning from a field trip to the state capitol building. The bus never made it back to the school. No kids. No