Detective Fred Morrisey, sitting across the interrogation room table from Melvin Frost, slapped down a photograph on the table.
Startled, Frost flinched, “What’s that?” he asked.
“Don’t play dumb,” Morrisey said. “You know very well what this is. This is a collection of human bones and they were hidden in the return air duct in your attic. So no games, Frost. Whose bones are these?”
“I don’t know whose bones they are,” Gross insisted. “I started finding them, I thought they were cool, and so I brought them back to my house.”
“You started finding them?” Morrisey asked. “Where did you allegedly find all of these bones?”
“There’s a natural, spring-fed pool deep in the woods,” Frost explained. “I was hiking back there and saw something sticking up out of the mist. When I got closer, I saw it was a bone. I fished it and a few more out of the water, put them in my backpack, and brought them back to my house. I went back there to the pool a handful of times and each time I went, I found a few more bones.”
“And you didn’t think to call the police when you kept finding human bones there?” Morrisey asked.
“None of my business how they got there,” Frost said. “But I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I want you to take me to this pool of yours,” Morrisey said. “Let’s go.”
A few hours later, Morrisey, his partner, Detective Ron Hayden, and Melvin Frost in handcuffs, were hiking through the woods. Suddenly Frost stopped, pointed, and said “There, that’s where I found the goddam bones.”
Hayden ran over to the pool, stuck his hand into the cold, mist-covered water, and pulled out a human skull. “There are a lot more bones in here,” he called out. “It must be some sort of body dumping ground. This is really gruesome, Fred.”