Clean Kill

The girl lay in the grass on the side of the trail beneath the low-hanging limbs of a dogwood tree. Her arms were by her side, one leg bent at the knee. She was completely nude, and her skin glistened with a thin coat of early dew. Her lifeless eyes were open so that she gave the appearance of a storefront mannequin. There were no signs of any struggle, no drag marks, no obvious footprints. There was also no obvious sign of any blood anywhere to be seen. There was not a mark on her that cou...