DeKok and the Somber Nude

DeKok nodded. The seasoned inspector wiped the raindrops from his face, bent down gingerly, and carefully lifted a corner of the canvas. Slowly the head became visible: a severed girl's head. DeKok felt the blood drain from his face, his stomach turning into an icy cold pit. “Is that all you found?” he asked.“A little farther,” the man answered with sad disbelief, “is the rest.”Spread out among the dirt and refuse were the remaining parts of the body: the arms, the long, slender legs, and the petite torso. There was no clothing.DeKok faces death as an inevitable part of life, but when things turn this macabre, it's a hard reality to stomach.