Bobby Cole - The dummy line

“Dad, I heard a gunshot!”

“I know, I know; it’s OK,” Jake reassured her.

The door opened and Katy hugged him immediately, before she even noticed Elizabeth.

“This is my daughter, Katy. She’s nine, but she acts fifteen,” Jake said, trying to put everyone at ease. Elizabeth was still shaking and crying. “Say hello, Katy.”

“Hey. Are you OK?” Katy said barely above a whisper. Katy was eyeing her worriedly, instantly compassionate. Katy was a mother hen to any person or creature in distress, and she loved to hang around “big girls.” Jake didn’t think Elizabeth had been raped but knew she had been beaten badly. She was covered in blood, and Jake had seen the source of most of it.

“I’m Elizabeth Beasley…thank you so much for…” was all she could say.

“Those guys that were chasing you tried to kill us. It’s all crazy. I’ll get us outta here, I promise. Let’s put some distance between us and them. You’re limping. Are you OK? Are you hurt anywhere else? Wipe your face on your sleeve…it’s clean.”

“My ankle’s sprained,” she whispered, “but I can keep up.”

“OK…I’ll take it easy. Come on, Katy…get on my back,” he ordered.

Jake wondered what Elizabeth was doing out here. He’d ask questions later. Jake carried Katy and Elizabeth followed along right behind as they headed back to the field they had been going to before the ordeal with Elizabeth. Occasionally Jake heard Elizabeth grunt in pain, and he could feel Katy watching her. They had walked about four hundred yards when Jake needed a break. Carrying Katy in the woods was killing him. He set her on a stump and plopped down beside her. Elizabeth eased down on a log across from them. Katy smiled at her.

Jake finally caught his breath after a minute and asked, “Elizabeth, what in the world are you doin’ out here?”

“I was with my boyfriend, Tanner, on a date. They blocked the road and started beating him and I took off runnin’.” She was wringing her hands.

“Where did all this happen?”

“Tanner was unlocking a big yellow gate, and then they started trying to attack me, and I just ran and left him. I’m so worried about him.”

“Wow, you’ve covered four or five miles. You did the right thing to run,” Jake replied.

“They chased me the whole way,” she explained.

“Those guys are trouble. I’m sorry all that happened to you. I got the whole thing started when they showed up at our camp. I had to shoot one of ‘em. It was really ugly.”

“And you shot the guy who was attacking me!” she blurted out and saw Katy’s eyes grow wide with shock.

“No, I was about to…but there was a big fat guy who walked up and shot him the second before I pulled the trigger. It was really strange.”

Elizabeth began to realize what had happened. But why? It was all too much. She started crying again.

Jake dug in his vest and pulled out a cotton camo face mask and gave it to her. “Here, wipe your face with this.”

Katy was trying to understand. Jake stood and stretched. His back was aching. He stepped up on a stump to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Jake punched his watch. It softly glowed 3:02 a.m. He checked his phone again. No service .

“All right, girls, let’s move,” he whispered to them.

“Can you make it?” Katy asked softly.

“Sure…I’ll do anything to get outta here,” Elizabeth replied as she stood. She winced as a pain shot up her leg.

“Mr. Crosby, what about my boyfriend?” Elizabeth whispered after a few moments.

Jake stopped and turned around. He paused. “I don’t know, Elizabeth. Let me get you girls someplace safe first, and then I’ll think of something.”

“Get ready, old boy. This could be our big break,” Larson said to Shug, who momentarily stopped his ceaseless grooming and looked up with a cocked head. “If we find something significant at the camp, Sheriff Landrum might expand the K-9 program.”

Deputy Larson Hodges and Mrs. Martha O’Brien had a fair working relationship. Although she didn’t care for the dog, she admired Larson’s attitude and seriousness. She just thought he needed to spend more time talking to humans. Radioing her, Larson gave her a quick update on the status of the investigation and where he was headed. Martha in turn filled him in on Tanner’s current condition since she was in constant contact with the hospital.

The chief resident, Dr. Sarhan, a Vanderbilt grad from India, had come in to oversee Tanner’s case. The town folks could hardly understand Dr. Sarhan, but he was unquestionably the most talented physician they had ever had in the area. He was so well thought of that one restaurant had added curried chicken to its menu. Tanner was in good hands.

The latest hospital report indicated that Tanner had multiple fractured ribs and a broken nose, had lost five teeth, and had a mysterious grazing wound on his right hand. There were too many bruises and cuts to list. Concerned about Tanner’s neck, Dr. Sarhan called in a special X-ray team. Tanner was heavily sedated and would be for a while. Dr. Sarhan was cautiously optimistic about his initial prognosis.

Martha was chain-smoking menthol cigarettes and drinking black coffee. She was itching to find out what might have happened to Tanner. They must have driven up on a drug deal gone bad, she guessed. She immediately set out to determine the whereabouts of Ray-Ray Walker, who was at the heart of almost every crime in Sumter County. Without instruction, she called Ray-Ray’s house. His woman du jour answered. When Martha asked to speak to him, the woman said that he was in jail in Montgomery and that she was going to kill him when he got out. Martha verified Ray-Ray’s incarceration with the Montgomery Police Department and promptly forgot even hearing his girlfriend’s ranting. Martha O’Brien was back to square one.

Larson pulled into the camp and turned off the ignition. He opened his door and stepped out, taking a moment to stretch and look around. Shug sat in the back seat licking. Opening the door, Larson called, “ Achtung ,” and the dog jumped out and heeled on the wrong side.

“ Finden !” Larson said in his best German accent, and the dog began searching the high grass. Larson reached back in the patrol car and looked for his long search leash.

Shug barked excitedly several times as he ran around. Larson looked up curiously. What’s goin’ on? Shug never barks. Larson clicked on his flashlight and as he walked over to Shug, he stumbled on something, nearly falling.

“Holy moly!” Larson exclaimed as he trained his light at his feet and saw a .44 Magnum revolver. It was huge. “This is our big break, Shug. Ollie’s gonna be thrilled. We might even get another K-9 officer for this find. Good boy, Shug!”

Hearing himself praised, Shug trotted back to Larson.

“Quit lickin’ the gun!” he scolded Shug, who ignored the command.

Larson pulled Shug away and wondered what he could use to pick up the weapon. He finally stuck his pen through the trigger guard and carefully lifted it. He held it up to the car lights. It was a Ruger Blackhawk, a very powerful handgun. He smelled the end of the barrel like they do on TV.

“It’s been fired!” Larson exclaimed; then he placed it in the Burger King bag he had on his front seat and hurried to radio the sheriff.

Larson’s hands shook as he grabbed the mic. “Unit Five to Unit One!” Larson used his best radio voice. He was dying to tell someone.

“Go ahead.”

“Sheriff, you’ll never believe what I…what Shug found over here!” he said as fast as he could.