Nodding at the Detective, we both took off jogging in the direction Xilia had left in, and soon enough, after making our way through some dense foliage, we found an outcropping filled with rocks and, more importantly, large boulders.
One of which had graffiti spray painted on it.
"Holy shit…is that…a smiley face?"
Fighting the urge to groan aloud, I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath, and walked up to the boulder.
'A symbol…listen Xilia, it's not that I want to discount or call you out here, but I think I would have noticed long ago if the Smiley face marking each dumpsite was something other than a simple smiley face…, …., …., …., mother fucker.'
'HA! IT IS A SYMBOL, ISN'T IT! Point for me,' Feeling proud of herself for pointing out something I should have seen decades ago, Xilia smugly crouched beside me and looked for anything in my body language that would allow her to gloat further.
