But Not Forlorn by B.J. Bourg

Author:B.J. Bourg [Bourg, B.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781731196736
Google: kvdvwAEACAAJ
Amazon: B07G6JKJPQ
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services LLC - Kdp Print Us
Published: 2018-08-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

Mechant Loup-North

Susan thanked the K-9 deputy as he walked away and she turned to face Amy, who was still wearing the same clothes from earlier. She had refused to go home and change, saying she wanted to help catch the person who’d tried to kill Melvin. Susan had granted her request because she knew she’d want the same thing if the roles were reversed.

“Well, it looks like the killer got away.”

Amy pushed her blonde hair back and crossed her arms, pouting. “I hope Melvin hit him and he’s trapped down there at the bottom of the canal.”

“Water patrol dragged the entire length of the canal with their grappling hooks. You saw them. They pulled up tree branches, washing machines, old tires, bicycles, and even that dead goat. If he’d be down there, they would’ve found him.” Susan frowned. “Unfortunately, he must’ve slipped away.”

“But how?”

They were still standing near the canal and Susan scanned both banks, from east to west, moving slowly and methodically, trying to figure out how the killer escaped capture. She finally pointed toward the west. “The only way he could’ve gotten away was if he swam underwater right past us and somehow made it to the highway.”

Amy was thoughtful. “You think someone can hold their breath that long?”

“Not the entire distance, but if he quietly came up for air every now and then, it’s possible.” Susan sighed and turned away from the canal, began the long walk back to North Boulevard. Amy followed, and the two women made their way across the field and then stopped near their vehicles. Susan glanced at the time on her phone. It was almost one o’clock. “Want to grab some lunch before you head home?”

Amy shook her head. “I ate some pizza. The water patrol deputies had three boxes delivered out here. I’ll catch some sleep and be back for six.”

“Take your time. I’ll have Takecia stay out a few extra hours so you can get some rest.”

Amy thanked her and started to walk to her car, but stopped and pointed a finger in Susan’s direction. “You’d better call me if they spot that—”

“Chief, you out there?” Susan’s radio had scratched to life, cutting off Amy.

Susan snatched up the radio. “Go ahead with your traffic, dispatch.”

“We just got a call from 311 North Pine. A lady—Mrs. Durapau—said she saw something suspicious this morning, but didn’t think anything of it until she just heard about the incident on North Boulevard. She wants to talk to someone about what she saw. Should I dispatch Takecia?”

“Negative!” Susan waved for Amy to follow her. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Susan jumped in her marked cruiser and sped up the street, across North Main Street, and into the neighborhood on the opposite side of the highway. There was a large culvert under North Main where the drainage canal extended from the Mechant Loup-North subdivision, under North Main, and continued behind the North Pine neighborhood. If the shooter had reached the highway, he could’ve easily made his way through the culvert and into the other neighborhood.

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