Shinney Forest Cloaks by Kieran York

Author:Kieran York [York, Kieran]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780692484531
Google: mmgnswEACAAJ
Amazon: B0136VQICI
Barnesnoble: B0136VQICI
Goodreads: 26020988
Publisher: Scarlet Clover Publishers, LLC
Published: 2015-07-30T03:00:00+00:00

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Nick contacted Royce midmorning. The desk clerk had squinted at the photo. She’d mumbled that there was some resemblance but couldn’t give a positive identification. Nick surmised the woman must have been looking out the window, saw the deputy, and so she took off. A repeat of what the clerk said came from the couple of motel guest who had seen the woman. There where what seemed only to be word echoes. It was the same everyone said after viewing the photos. No I.D. But no one said it was impossible.

Nick wondered if he might use Chance to attempt searching the area. The woman had vacated the room last night. Her scent might be fresh enough. Royce agreed. Nick would cordon off the area. Royce and Chance were heading up the highway.

As she drove, Royce continued to gather questions. Where had the woman gone? Who was the woman? Why did she leave? And was it the elusive Rita Griffin?

The elusive Rita Griffin was a far better outcome than the dead Rita Griffin.

Royce and Chance exited the vehicle at the motel’s perimeter. Chance was taken into the room where the mysterious woman stayed. When Nick entered, she glanced up. “Got the pillowcase?”

“Got it. Also some DNA items—a few hairs, glass, and a bar of soap,” he said as he unfolded the crime evidence bag. “Maybe Chance could stick her head in here and get a pretty decent whiff of the lady.”

Royce leashed her dog. After Chance had sniffed, the dog gazed across the room. Royce instructed, “Search, Chance. Trace, girl.”

Chance’s legs headed for the doorway with Royce matching step for step. As they bolted through the door, Chance suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her head twisted both ways. Then she lowered her head sniffing for a trail. When she stopped, Royce encouraged, “Okay, take your time, girl. Trace, Chance.” She watched carefully as Chance led her through the parking area toward the backside of the L-shaped motel.

The German shepherd stopped completely when she’d approached the side alley. Her head lifted. Royce opened the evidence bag, pushing it near Chance’s muzzle. Chance sniffed, and then trailed into a small circle. Her head again went up, and she sat on her haunches. Royce looked back at Nick.

Giving a deep sigh, Nick took his hat off. “Someone picked her up here.”

“Looks like it.” Royce patted Chance’s head, and then ticked her neck. “Great work, Chance. Good dog.” As she checked the other side of the small dirt alley, she commented, “Probably doesn’t pay to even bother taking Chance into the woods back there. The woman wasn’t back there. But maybe I should take a quick peek.”

As they crossed over, Chance immediately hastened to something in a small bush. Looking down, Nick pulled apart weeds. Over his shoulder, he said, “Good girl, Chance.” He took out an empty evidence bag. He stuck his gloved hand into the center of the brush. As he pulled out the packet, he whistled, “Looks like cocaine to me.

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