Galling, Gruelling Eternity | The Red Raven Part 5
Cold, stiff, skeletal . . .
“How long do you suppose he’s been dead?” the woman asked. She refrained from nudging the body with her boot.
“It’s hard to say just by looking,” the other man replied. “He’s been here for weeks, or months. We’ll have to get him back to the laboratory for further analysis.” He scratched his beard.
“It looks like he’s been bitten,” she motioned to the neck of the corpse. “Everything about this case screams that it’s been staged. Do you suppose that this is a ritualistic murder?”
“Yes,” the man replied without so much as a hint of hesitation. “I know this man.”
“He’s the thief, then?”
The professor–Alec A. Chamberlain–sighed. “Yes.” It was always the thief. He had seen DeCorvi dead so many times that he had become accustomed to it; the first few times he had dreaded the outcome–it was always the same–until he stopped thinking about it. Alec was not heartless. No, far from it. Pragmatic? Yes. So far his theory had been proven true.