19th Century Forensics!
“How long, gentlemen?” At their looks of confusion, Carlotta shook her head as she knelt herself, to get a better look. “My pardon. How long have these bones been here?”
“At least a season, Your Grace,” said Jimmy. “No skin, the hair’s all blown away, and see the muck underneath the bones? Somebody left the bodies to rot where they were tossed.”
“Tossed? How do you know that, Mister Jimmy?”
But it was the lieutenant who answered. “No clothes, Your Grace. Not even a rusty belt buckle. They were either unclothed when they died, or stripped afterward.”
“And then left here on the road,” mused Carlotta. “But why? And by who? This is not normal practice for revenants.”