"What was on it?"

Rachel sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She brought her free hand to her stomach and closed it like a dead flower. She waited and soon Cherie Dei continued. Rachel remembered her as once being so green, just an observer and learner on the go team, assigned to her under the bureau's mentoring program. Ten years later and the cases, all the cases, had etched deep grooves into her voice. Cherie Dei wasn't green anymore and she needed no mentor.

"It had one waypoint in its record. The Mojave. Just inside the California border at Nevada. We flew out yesterday and we went to the marker. We've been using thermal imaging and gas probes. Late yesterday we found the first body, Rachel."

"Who is it?"

"We don't know yet. It's old. It had been there a long time. We're just starting with it. The excavation work is slow."

"You said the first body. How many more are there?"

"As of when I left the scene last we were up to four. We think there's more."

"Cause of death?"

"Too early."

Rachel was silent as she thought about this. The first questions that ran through her filters were why there and why now.

"Rachel, I'm not calling just to tell you. The point is the Poet is back in play and we want you out here." Rachel nodded. It was a given that she would go there.

"Cherie?"

"What?"

"Why do you think he was the one who sent the package?"

"We don't think it. We know it. We got a match a little while ago on a fingerprint from the GPS. He replaced the batteries on it and we got a thumb off of one of them. Robert Backus. It's him. He's back."

Rachel slowly opened her fist and studied her hand. It was as still as a statue's. The dread she had felt just a moment before was changing. She could admit it to herself but no one else. She could feel the juice begin moving in her blood again, turning it a darker red. Almost black. She had been waiting for this call. She slept every night with the cell phone near her ear. Yes, it was part of the job. The call outs. But this was the only call she had truly been waiting for.



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