Rare moments of peace came and went in the blink of an eye. Every one was having a bite to eat at home, and here she was once more finding more solace in a grave yard then among the members of her own pack. She had not been home much in the last two days, and no one had called to see why. Maybe stopping in long enough to clean up before heading back to the office. She was almost living there, or hiding among the dead. Only an email from Lyric asking her for some help running a back ground on a couple. Was time to answer the song bird and see what this was all about. Problem was she did not want to move from the spot she had chosen for herself, not even to go to the small apartment she had rented for her and Memphis as a get away from the pack house. All she could think about was that man and how she missed him. She needed desperately to have some time with him alone, away from the pack just some human contact.

She had finally pried herself from her perch sitting in the shadow of a stone Moslem over run with topical vines and moss. Took herself home to get showered and changed grab a bite to eat and steal a moment with Memphis if he had the time and confirm they were still on for their date at the Carnival this week. Checking the mail first thing when she walked in the door. The small stack that was just for her sitting there. Someone had set the letter from New York right on top. 5th Avenu address, Sender Aiden Marcs. Only took a moment to write return to sender on the face and toss it in to the going out tray by the door. The rest was random stuff, tickets A midsummer nights dream, Movies she had rented to watch with the pack this weekend, bills, and the wonderful Tax Return.

There was a little love shown to all. Hugs for Mahina, Coyote, Cliff, punky Lani and darling Ann. Memphis pinned to the stair railing being assaulted by kisses and ushering her upstairs to wash the smell of dirt and old death off her flesh. Just one more perk of the job. No sooner had she gotten her hair dried, brushed out in to think waves of auburn and managed to get dressed had her phone rang. The office no need to change out of the Jeans she had just put on. Black Hiking boots, and a light weight dress shirt and the department windbreaker would have to do. No way she was wearing a Cashmere up the volcano trails.

Phone to the ear. "This is Marcs" Getting dressed was so much easier when she clicked on the blue tooth and hooked the cell to her belt. Good byes were said swiftly and she was out the door. Never took long to get any where on this island. She was parked among a swarm of department vehicles grabbing her evidence kit from the passenger seat before joining the gaggle of Officers chosen to stand guard at the line of bright yellow police tape.

Flash of a badge got her past go with her own personal Escort. Officer Koaola marched beside her giving a run down of what had been found, handing her a small white card in side a plastic evidence bag. "Have they excavated the body yet or are they waiting on R.P.I.T?" She was hoping they were waiting for the Team to get there. So much could be lost if they just rushed in to pull the body out. Who knows what was lost when the tourists had uncovered the body. "Nothings been touched yet Detective Marcs. Evidence Techs just got here a few minutes ago and are waiting for You guys to get here." All she did was nod, handing him the kit after she tucked the card in to the side slot. Hands tugged her hair back in to a tight pony tail to keep it out of her face. It was hot here, god awful humid and sticky.

The smell hit her first, did not need a monsters keen senses to pick up that order. They were walking up to the body, you could tell a seasoned officer used to murder sceens from the rookies. Green faces covered the area, Not many had the stomach for the smell of cooked human flesh. To Koto, Just another day, another dead body. Nothing seemed to shock her any more.

Kit taken back, she turned on the small recorder she always had with her for taking notes while she worked. Every step was carefully judged, looking for disturbed earth, foot prints, fiber traces, any thing left behind. How in the hell did someone get a body in to the ground with out leaving some traces behind.