"There's shredded flesh here, like it's been torn up by something... does the mountain have big animals?"

How could a mountain have a large animal, or one of those ferocious tearing types?

Everyone's faces were a little hard to see, the ground at the foot of the mountain was being dug up all over, the police had come to help, but still nothing had been found.

Matthew stood in the rain, his mind blank, he shouldn't have been sad, after all it was only a nominal wife, and even if it hadn't been her, it would have been someone else.

But he couldn't fool himself, the pain coming from his...