The whole hill was now no more than a smoking crater, where nothing moved.
“I’m sorry,” Banks said.
Maggie patted at where the camera sat inside her shirt.
“Don’t be. I have the evidence. I’ll be back.”
She looked down at the crater one last time before the chopper turned away and they lost sight of it.
“I’ll be back,” she repeated. “I like to dig. It’s what I do.”
The End