A flash of scarlet caught their eyes. They dug farther, recoiling in horror when they saw what it was. The bright red was painted on a human toenail. Openmouthed, the fraternity brothers drew closer together and stared into the trench.
“What the . . . ?”
“No way!”
One of them reached down, cautiously pushing away more sand, revealing the rest of the foot. A delicate gold bracelet encircled a thin ankle. He recoiled and dropped his plastic bucket.
“We can’t dig anymore,” he commanded. “We gotta call the cops.”