The mist had cleared from the river, which splashed and chattered noisily as it glinted in the warming midday sun. Winter snowfall in the mountains had melted long ago, but there was still enough melt-water and mountain storm water to fatten the river and make occasional surges at this time of year.
"Here, Sheriff. I found her here. She was lying here."
Eddie Sherman pointed at the ground. In amongst the sparse grass and brush was a small patch of stained dirt.
"Anyone else with her when you found her?" Sheriff Cole asked.
Mickey moved quietly behind Eddie Sherman.