"The gravel's all churned up from my search party. It's been dry lately, so as long as you didn't wade in the creek you weren't going to track a lot of mud around." "Let's look at his feet." "Okay." They squatted, looking at the bottoms of Hendrik's shoes--thick-soled hiking boots, so new the spaces between the treads were still relatively free of sand and dirt. "Pretty clean," Jack said. They stood up again. "You think that point was sharpened?" she said. "It's possible. First thing I thought when I saw it." "Me, too." He sighed. "You want to finish that story you started to tell me this morning? Something about bumping into Hendrik on the way back from the John last night?" "Yeah." Kate leaned forward and tried to flex Hendrik's foot. It wouldn't budge. "Rigor's fully developed." She looked at her watch. "So, what, six to twelve hours ago." Jack raised Hendrik's foot and pushed back the cuff of his pants. "Lividity's fully developed, too.
