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Crocker, MO.1953“Brownie,” Chief Bagby radioed, “how is the search going?” His deputy radioed back that he and some volunteers were diligently looking for anything that could lead them to a killer. An hour later, the radio crackled again.“Chief,” said Brownie, his voice sounding strange, “we didn’t find anything in connection with Patsy, but we did find something. It’s bones. We found a pile of human bones.”“Brownie, you are in a cemetery.”“These bones are not in a grave, Chief, they’re in a tree.”