MurderCon Or How to Learn Forensics In a Weekend

MurderCon Or How to Learn Forensics In a Weekend

I watched as he threw another spade full of dirt out of the hole. Sweat formed on the back of my neck. Was that a shoe? He stopped. The woman squatting next to the grave confirmed it. And it had a foot inside. A plastic skeleton foot, mind you, but still…a frisson of...