"Mr. Graham, are you sure this is the spot?" Quincy asked.
"I'm sure. Evelyn, give me a pickaxe."
Evelyn Ford took out a pickaxe and gave it to Officer Graham. He cleared away the rocks on the ground and started digging.
An hour later, Officer Graham wiped the sweat from his brow. He set down the pickaxe, knelt on the ground, and began scooping dirt out of the pit with his hands. Before long, an aluminum-framed suitcase, its color faded beyond recognition, appeared before them.
"Found it."
The bones of everyone from Building D were inside.
The bones were in several plastic bottles. Because all the bodies had been cremated together, it was impossible to tell who was who. Officer Graham silently took out the bottles. One was dirty, and he used the hem of his shirt to wipe the dirt off it.
Evelyn Ford took out several new urns from her space. They estimated how many people had died in Building D and set aside the corresponding number of urns.
