There was a quick intake of breath from one of the agents. Some time in the recent past, he'd broken his leg.' He was ready to die and welcomed death, because he knew no help was coming. So I took a deep breath, closed my eyes to help me concentrate, and looked into one of the graves again. Balanced against ridicule from men I'd never see again, that ridicule seemed like nothing. I thought about the families crowded into the church, the grief and fear. I thought about the check Twyla Cotton had tucked into my hand the night before, the check that was over and above the amount we'd agreed upon for finding her grandson.

'We realize you've had trouble with law enforcement agents in the past.' 'We promise we'll be respectful,' Klavin said, interpreting my look correctly. 'Oh, please, any little detail will help….' Then it was like, 'Oh, that's all you can do? What good is that?' I'd had investigators tell me that before. They would listen, sure, and then give me those long-suffering looks that said they didn't believe a word I'd said.

I looked from one to the other, suspiciously. 'Just tell us everything you do know,' Klavin said. I don't see the person who caused that death.' Once I saw the dead guy's pet, or maybe I just picked up on that from the dying person's thoughts. I see what I see in a total flash: body, emotions, the situation. Overnight the body froze stiff.'I don't know. He was no longer aware that he was freezing to death. Soon his clothes froze to the rough ground. His feet rested one on the other the left shoe under the right. His right arm was almost extended and was hanging down forward. His left arm, its muscles relaxed and probably slightly bent at the elbow, lay in front of him. His senses numbed, he no longer noticed the awkward position of his folded ear. He turned on to his left side to dull the pain. He only wanted a short rest, but his need for sleep was stronger than his willpower. –'Who Killed the Iceman? Clues Emerge in a Very Cold Case,” Rod NordlandĪgain pain pierced the right side of his chest. By the angle of the wound, he was either shot from below and behind, or he had been bent forward when he was hit from above and behind. a wound that would have been quickly fatal and probably not treatable even in modern times, especially where it happened. Half an hour after Ötzi dined, the killer came along and shot him in the back from a distance of almost 100 feet. Read the two passages about Ötzi the Iceman.

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