Butcher

I walked to the newspaper-wrapped bundle, looked at the mud smears on it-and at another brown stain. Then I gripped a corner of the paper and unwrapped it from the thing inside.I didn t know what it was at first. But two minutes later, using the phone in a nearby house, I was talking to my good friend, Phil Samson, Captain of Central-Homicide. Sam, this is Shell. Get somebody out here on Chavez Ravine Road. I think I ve found a a leg.