Just below that cave where ancient men struggled, fought, muddled their way through life as we do, there's a forest road that's closed after the first snowfall and stays closed until snowmelt in the spring.
One cold December night in 1999, before the road was closed this pretty lady parked her van on the pull-over beneath the cave.
Someone evidently saw her, or met her there. Someone who raped and murdered her, stripped her corpse and left it spread-eagle across a rock a few yards off the road, then wrecked her van, evidently with the intention of trying to make it appear to have been an accident.
Someone, one has to believe, really stupid.
But not so stupid as to be identified and punished, or at least removed from the temptation of doing that sort of thing again. Likely as not still picking up his mail at the post office, chatting with neighbors, drinking his beers down at the local watering-hole.
A cause for some concern among the villagers.