Monday, March 4, 2013

Bad Day in Queen's Landing - Chapter 3

            Chapter 3
            Carol climbed out of the ambulance with an annoyed look on her face.
            Why dont you have you phone on?  She demanded.
            I cant get a signal, so whats 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 isnt 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 Rogerss residence, Cals 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, youre the new sheriff of LaCompt County.  Well 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 cant 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 Queens Landing, Craig said.  Cal nodded.  He hadnt gone inside the house yet because he didnt 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 didnt 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.  Dont 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 Hernandezs 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 didnt 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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