The sheriff. No, Agent Barnes knew she was off-limits. Agent Jefferson hadn't wanted the female sheriff aware of his presence and he didn't think his handler's death nullified that order. "Yes, sir, I'll do that." Better to let the incompetent agent think he'd handle it and leave the sheriff alone.
He shook his head. "No, sir. I found him fairly quickly." Agent Barnes was no stranger to finding remains. And a body that looked like him required even less effort; after all, Agent Barnes was intimately familiar with his own body and what he looked like. Harder to find a body you didn't know. "I haven't moved him at all. I checked for a pulse in his neck and wrist and found none." Agent Barnes fell forward from his crouch into kneeling, looking over his handler's body. He hadn't checked for breath, but he hadn't felt it was needed.
Now, the trick was getting the incompetent agent to leave so that he could move Agent Jefferson to a cryostasis unit. Or, as was more likely to be easy to find, a freezer.