Chapter 64
SIXTY-FOUR
McGaven came to an area where there were yellow tarps covering hand-dug holes. They were approximately the size of graves. There were three of them.
He stopped. Instinctively, he looked in every direction before he investigated any further. Then he slowly moved forward.
He searched for anything he could use to lift the tarps.
He found a broken piece of farm fencing; the wood slat would do the trick.
He carefully used it to move the yellow tarp on the first hole and underneath saw large drainage rocks had been installed in what appeared to be a holding place.
It was the same under the other two tarps.
He was relieved the holes were empty, but he also realized the rocks’ significance: the graves were waiting for occupants.
McGaven stood straight up, his head on a swivel, expecting someone to fire at him at any moment, to kick him into one of the graves. He felt as if he were on a horror-movie set.
He took a moment to figure out what to do. Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he called Katie. It rang and then went to voicemail. He tried a couple more times, leaving messages about what he had found.
“Call me back,” he said on the second message and ended the call. He then called Chris, but his phone kept ringing, no answer, and was never picked up by his voicemail.
Frustrated, McGaven thought he’d better document his finds the best he could and then come back with more help. There could be more graves on the property.
“Where are those guys?” he said to himself. He looked at his boots, thought he was probably standing on someone’s grave.
His cell phone pinged, indicating the construction license search had ended.
Out of curiosity, he began scrolling through names, but didn’t see any he recognized as a person of interest or a connection to their investigation.
Since the report was in a spreadsheet type of format, he went to the photos instead.
After about ten minutes he stopped on a photo that turned his blood cold…
McGaven stared at the man they had been chasing through the hotel. After seeing him on that balcony, he knew this was their man. He was a general contractor. And his name… Cole Dillon.