moved that he was already accessing something, looking something up, running the description through whatever databases lived on the other end of that phone.
“The bag,” Marcus said, “what was in the corner underneath the pipe? What was it?” Walter took a breath.
“I only saw it for a second in the flashlight.
It was small, dark.
It looked like” He paused.
“It looked like a person.
A very small person, curled up.
” The silence that followed was the kind that has weight.
“You think,” Marcus said slowly, “that you
