
The Third Body
You drove all three of them. You are the only one holding both photographs.
Sedge County, the fall of 1979: thirty miles of drained marsh held down by pumps and ditches, and it has rained since Tuesday. In September a girl came out of the Bly lateral and was ruled a drowning. In November another was found at the fence line of the Kesler field and ruled exposure. This morning there is a third woman sixty yards from the second, and you are the one backing the county car up the field road, because the only ambulance in Sedge County is a hearse and you drive it. You have no badge and no authority over anybody. You have a camera, a tape measure, casting plaster, and eleven exposures left. Out here the rain takes a scene in hours, so whatever you photograph, cast, bag or write down before it goes is the only version that will ever exist. Everyone who tells you the truth does it because of what you did for their dead. Nobody here is protecting the killer. They are protecting the last thing they signed.