As I said in one of my first posts I will occasionally post up fiction. This be one of those posts! It’s un-editted so beware!
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“Nate you’ve got a phone call on line one,” Janice called from outside his office.
“Thanks,” He said as he reached for the phone.
“This is Nate,” He said.
“Nate this is Darla. We lived down the street from you and your family while you were growing up,” The little voice said.
Being in a small town just about everyone knew everyone else. And he remembered Darla and her family. Specifically he remembered their daughter, Eve, who was drop dead gorgeous in high school, but was a ball buster. He’d taken his shot at her and been shut down. Nate pondered for a moment wondering where she was.
“How are you?” He asked.
“Fine,” She said. “Well not really. My husband’s missing.”
“Okay. When did you last see him?” Nate asked.
“Well he went up to elk camp last weekend and was supposed to be back yesterday. They sometimes come in late so I didn’t think anything of it, but not this long.”
“Where’s their camp at?” Nate asked.
Darla explained that the camp was north of town, near the Canadian border, but on the south side of the river that divided the two countries.
“I’ll take a run up there and let you know what I can find,” Nate told Darla.
“Your a saint Nate. Just like your dad.”
It was a good thing that Darla couldn’t see his face when she said that because he had a large scowl when she compared him to his dad, the previous police chief.
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