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-William Shakespeare
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“What’s beyond these woods?” I ask the sheriff as he tries to blatantly ignore me.
He’s at least 6’3, almost even with me in height. He looks like he spends more time in the gym than any county sheriff I’ve ever seen. His active deputies are more plentiful than small town sheriff departments I’ve been around in the past.
One town hall/sheriff’s department is large enough to host all the deputies also, and it appears Delaney Grove is their central headquarters, so to speak. The police department has five officers on its own, but the county? So many more.
Twenty-three deputies? Who needs that many in a county this small.
“I asked a question,” I say with authority, eyeing down the man with salt-and-pepper hair and dead eyes.
I should have come sooner. I’d have seen more than I expected. Already I see too much Leonard and Elise missed on their visit here.
“Four or five hunters’ cabins, and a whole lot of wild life you city boys don’t want to tangle with,” he says shortly, his tone thick with condescension.
He turns back to Johnson before glancing to one deputy. “You show these folks around. I’m going to go with SSA Johnson back to the fort.”
“The fort?” Elise asks.
“It’s what he calls our town hall,” one of the deputies says, grinning at her like she’s his type.
She casts a glare at Craig when he snickers.
I’m happy to get the sheriff and Johnson out of our hair, so I don’t object to them leaving us behind.
“Okay,” Elise mumbles to the deputy who is still beaming at her. The kid practically has hearts in his eyes. “They seriously don’t have women here, do they?” she adds.
“Not in uniform, ma’am,” the guy tells her, following us as we go to peer into the woods.
A hunter’s cabin would be ideal for our killer. He could come and go without being in plain sight. “The women who work in uniform are only in dispatch. Just two. Tonya and Tasha. They have a different office though.”
At least Elise can get some information from her new admirer.
Hadley is supposed to be bringing Lana with her when she drives in. Hadley couldn’t leave first thing this morning because there was a Delaney Grove related killing last night. Two towns over, in fact. Though no one here has wanted to talk about the death of Morgan Jones.
In fact, no one wants to talk about any of the deaths or the people who died.
We need to dig into his past and interview his family, just as we have all the victims, but SSA dipshit is making that difficult, since he refused to change the plans of coming here today. Why the rush?
And why did the unsub kill him quickly, compared to the others. It was definitely torture to be set on fire, and he was most likely castrated-they’re still trying to determine when the penis was removed, due to the scorched remains.
Words I never thought I’d say.
“These are your cabins,” the deputy tells us, resting his hands on his gun belt like he’s Barney Fyffe. Grinning like him too.
“Okay,” Elise says, eyeing him. “We’ve already seen the cabins.”
“I’m supposed to escort you in while they hold the town meeting, and escort you anywhere you need to go in case you need something.”
“We’re going to walk around and question the townspeople some,” Elise tells the lurker.
His eyes widen, and he shakes his head emphatically.
“You can’t do that. Sherriff Cannon said to keep you guys here, and take you wherever you needed to go. But he doesn’t want our people spooked by this dark issue.”
Dark issue? That’s seriously how he’s wording it?
“There’s a serial killer targeting your people. I held a nationwide press conference. How could they possibly not know?” Craig asks.
“Better yet, why wouldn’t you want them to know?” Elise inserts.
The deputy takes a step back, feeling ganged up on. He’s a nervous little guy.
“The sheriff controls the news stations we get. We have our own broadcasting network if we need the people to know something immediately. It’ll interrupt their regular service for the emergency broadcast.”
I turn away, looking at Craig. “This guy is dominating every aspect of their lives. It’s almost like an occult here.”
“And would be a damn good fit for a psychopath with narcissistic tendencies,” Donny says quietly, while Elise keeps Barney-or whatever his name is-distracted.
The original killer used this town’s faults to his advantage.
“The sheriff is trying to dominate us by acting as though we have no authority in his town,” I go on.
“What do we do?” Craig asks.
“Prove we’re the ones in charge. Print up flyers with the information of our profile, and start handing them out to everyone in town. We’ll divide into teams to ask questions.”
Craig nods, going into his cabin where we’ve set up our temporary headquarters-since the sheriff assured us his place didn’t have the room we’d need.
How generous of him.
“He owns the only spot in town you can rent out too,” Donny tells me.
“It’s one more step of total domination. He needs to be in control.”
“Sounds more like an extreme case of alpha personality than a psychopath, though.”
“On the surface,” I say absently, then turn to face the deputy. “Deputy…”
I let the word trail off, making it clear I have no idea what his unimportant name is. However, the guy grins a dopey, innocent grin, and I grow curious.
“It’s Deputy Charles Howser,” he says proudly, rocking back on his heels, completely oblivious and unoffended by the subtle barb.
“How long have you lived here or worked for the sheriff?”
“Been here six months, and been on the force for three weeks.”
I look at Donny, who narrows his eyes. “He puts us with his newest officer. Coincidence? I think not.”
“Likely his most innocent one, judging by the overwhelming stench of corruption everyone else was giving off. Where’s Leonard?”
Leonard walks around like he just heard his name, eyeing us. He joins us immediately as Elise resumes her role, distracting the deputy. But I interrupt.
“Why is the sheriff holding a town meeting if he’s hiding the fact a serial killer is targeting the town?”
“Oh, because we had some weird stuff happen last night. A lot of random doors were found open this morning to houses-at least fifty or so. Some mirrors were found missing, but that’s about it. Weird, huh?” he asks, but doesn’t give us time to respond. “The sheriff is holding a meeting to find out who did it.”
That makes no sense at all.
“It’s way worse now than it was,” Leonard tells us quietly. “The sheriff put on a show when we came to town. He’s been hiding a lot. And now he feels in control for some reason, acting as though he can also control us.”
“Because of the Godfather,” Donny states, reading my mind.
I turn back, interrupting Elise and the deputy again. “We’re going to go make those rounds now,” I tell him, timing it perfectly with Craig’s emergence from the cabin.
He’s holding a large stack of flyers, and Howser’s eyes widen in fear
“But the sheriff said-“
“When the sheriff is my boss, I’ll listen to him. But he has no authority over us or this investigation. At this point, his inclusion is merely a courtesy from my people. We outrank him. Do you understand?”
He doesn’t understand. I can tell it in his pitifully torn look.
Instead of explaining, Craig and I walk off, and Elise hobbles to the cabin to set up shop. Donny and Leonard take half the flyers, and they set off as well.
“When is Lana coming in?” Craig asks as we ignore Howser calling for us to ‘please stop walking.’