“Oh, and three years ago, the athletic field was under renovation. A lot of construction workers were there. Those men were desperate, you know—maybe they did it! Used her, killed her, then buried her!”
Having regained her composure, Vanessa worked hard to clear her name and mislead the investigation.
Back then, when father and daughter decided to bury me under the track, it was partly because the site was hidden and safer than disposing of my body elsewhere.
But also because, if suspicion ever arose, they could blame the transient construction workers.
Those laborers were hard to track, often moving across the country with incomplete records.
The police could never realistically identify each one.
Without concrete evidence, the officers could only question them routinely.
Just as they were about to take my remains to the forensic center for further autopsy, a furious shout pierced the air.
“You bastard! You killed Ms. Carter!”
“You heartless traitor!”
A handsome young man broke through the crowd and punched Daniel squarely in the nose.
The punch sent Daniel Brooks sprawling, blood gushing from his nose.
The scene dissolved into chaos as the police rushed to restrain the furious young man.