Chapter
3
Carol climbed out of the ambulance with an annoyed look
on her face.
“Why don’t you have you phone on?” She
demanded.
“I can’t get a signal, so what’s the point?” Cal replied.
Cal had been turning on his phone as the exchange took place. He saw numerous missed calls and texts. He nodded, impressed with the amount of calls
made trying to locate him. “I take it this isn’t over breakfast?” He
asked his sister.
“Get in!” Carol
demanded. Cal knew when Carol was like
this there was no arguing. Cal locked
his seatbelt and prepared to hold on for dear life. Five minutes later they arrived at their
destination, Chris Rogers’s residence, Cal’s boss.
Cal looked over Carol. She gave
him her famous, “you should have listened to
me” look.
Cal got out of the ambulance and noticed the front window had been blown
out, and bullet holes littered the frame of the house.
“What happened here?” Cal
asked quietly. He noticed the Mayor
walking up towards him. Cal was getting
very nervous. The Mayor extended his
hand and Cal shook it.”
“Cal,” the Mayor said crisply. “As
of right now, you’re the new sheriff of LaCompt
County. We’ll deal with things later, but right now, you
need to figure out who killed Chris, and quickly.” The
Mayor nodded curtly, turned, and walked away.
The reporter for the local paper came up to Cal.
“Anything I can do Cal?” Tyler,
the reporter asked.
“Not right now Tyler,” Cal replied.
“When did this happen?”
“No one knows for sure,” Tyler replied.
“People started trying to call Chris this morning;
that was the only way everyone figured out something was wrong.”
“No one heard the gun shots!?!” Cal
exclaimed.
“The only neighbor around is
80, and she can’t hear you if you yell directly in her ear,” Tyler replied.
Cal shook his head. Kentucky
Highway Patrol had shown up and had offered to help process the scene. Cal knew that meant they were going to take
over the investigation which was fine with him.
What had happened here? Cal looked
around and saw his brother-in-law Craig.
Craig waved him over and Cal headed toward him.
“Bad day in Queen’s Landing,”
Craig said. Cal nodded. He hadn’t
gone inside the house yet because he didn’t
want to see his dead friend. Cal was
looking over toward some tire tracks that had been roped off. Cal motioned with his head for Craig to
follow him.
“Any chance you recognize
these tire tracks?” Cal asked.
Cal didn’t have a clue about cars, tires, trucks, or
anything motorized. Craig looked a
second at the tracks and then back at Cal.
There was a confused look on his face.
“Yeah I recognize them,” Craig replied.
“Don’t
you?” Cal
shook his head no. “Man those are the same type of treads your SUV
makes.” Cal
nearly broke his neck trying to keep from whipping his head around to look at
Craig. Cal had a bad feeling where this
was going.
“Do they look like only my
tire tracks?” Cal
asked never looking at Craig.
“No,” Craig responded shaking his head. “They
look like those SUVs that Hernandez’s
creeps roll around in. Cal was
torn. On one hand he was thrilled that
there were other vehicles than his that made the tracks, on the other, he had
rather it been anyone other than Hernandez.
Hernandez Marrero was the known marijuana king of LaCompt County. There were questions as to whether or not he
was involved with the Mexican drug cartel.
Cal didn’t think so. He thought Hernandez help spread those rumors
so others would be scared to cross him.
Regardless if the stories were true or not, no one crossed
Hernandez. Cal thanked Craig for the
help and started for the house. Craig
watched Cal walk away shaking his head.
Cal may have been a smart man, but if the stories were true he was the
dumbest man in the county for the deal he had made.
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