Steve crossed the meticulously kept lawn of the Mission Dolores Cemetery in rigid precision, skipping over the 2ft stony wall and onto the paved path while reaching for the badge in the breast pocket of his gray dress coat.

"Father Tenpenny, my name is Stephen Kel-"

"This is a disgrace!", the distressed man huffed from a few feet away, accompanied by a subtle eyeroll from Tanner who stood near the disturbed grave, "In the thirty years that I have overseen this cemetery, such…insolence has never happened before. What do you policemen plan to do about it?"

Pretending that he was completely informed about the ongoing case, Steve returned his credentials to his pocket and slowed his pace, until he arrived at the site of their latest case.

In amongst an assortment of ancient headstones, some of them leaning askew where nature had taken its toll, was a shallow grave partially uncovered, containing the remains of somebody who didn't fit into the crowds of centennial old bodies lying amongst them.

"Steve, Pastor Tenpenny here was-"

"It's Father Tenpenny.", the irate man continued and glared at Tanner.

"Right, so Father Tenpenny was doing some spring cleaning here at the cemetery when he found this grave disturbed. Sounds like the…ehm…the sod had been cut. Expecting foul play, he rolled it aside and dug into the loose soil and uncovered this body. Looks to have been here a few months…"

Following Tanner's lead and ignoring the overbearing scent of decomp enveloping the area, Steve went down on one knee, taking in every slightest detail of the body in front of him just like Mike had taught him; the bones, the position thereof, the clothing, any signs of injury or lack thereof, the surrounding area as well as any other identifying marks.

"Is Bernie en route?", he asked without looking up, only to hear Bill clear his throat.

"He's about an hour out. There's a fatal hit and run over on the Embarcadero he had to take care of. Sounds like he's pretty booked up this week. I told him to scale this one a bit lower on the priority list…"

"Lower on the priority list?!", Tenpenny sneered and ran a hand down his black cassock, "Do you have any idea who's buried here, young man? Somebody obviously had the nerve to…to disturb a grave that demands our respect and all you have to say is that it is low on your priority list? The grave belongs to Don Francisco De Haro. Now, I hope I don't have to tell you two gentleman who that man is."

"He was the first alcalde of San Francisco.", Steve answered matter-of-factly and ran his fingers across the loose soil, never looking up, "He was instrumental in the development of the grid structure for the city. Was married to Emilliana Sanchez and produced twelve children. Died in 1849. The city named a street after him. I happen to know somebody who lives there."

Silenced by the unexpected answer, the Father huffed, then decided to take a step back and let him work.

"There might be some symbolism in this person being buried here then…", Tanner speculated and joined him by the grave, his warm brown eyes tracing the parts of the body that had been exposed.

The skull with a few strands of brown hair attached to it still, a shoulder blade and collar bone that showed fractures and a double layer of frayed clothing that hadn't completely deteriorated yet, but wasn't far from it.

The weather hadn't been kind to their body, eating away at the flesh and fibers faster than usual thanks to the heavy rains over the past few months. Aside from a few pieces of rotten skin, the skull was completely exposed, the holes where the eyes had sat now filled with black dirt.

"Let's seal the area up until Bernie and the lab crew get here. I don't want to disturb it and destroy any evidence.", Steve finally decided and stood back up, letting his eyes drift over to the Father standing a few feet away, before they ended on Tanner again, "In the meantime, let's ask around the neighborhood, see if some well-known person vanished without a trace a few months back, somebody important enough to be buried in De Haro's grave. Seems to me somebody is trying to say something with this…this act right here."