A Proper Burial

Excerpt
Officer John Steele didn't want to do it.
He didn't want to tell Ernie and Marie Finley that the police had found their Sarah—who'd been missing for several days—dead.
As Steele stood on the doorstep of the Finley's modest, white stucco house, he hesitated to ring the doorbell. It wasn't as if he'd never been the bearer of bad news; like the time he told the Johnsons their son had been found—just so many body parts—in the woods of Wild Cat Den State Park. And then there was the Penmark girl who was raped, doused with gasoline and set on fire . . .