Nate – Part 2

Just another note that this is a work of fiction!

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“She mentioned your dad didn’t she?” Janice asked as Nate came out of the office.

Ignoring what she said, he grabbed his coat from the stand.  “I’ll be out on the road.  If you need me I’ll have my radio.”

Four months ago Nate’s dad had a heart attack and was forced to retire earlier than he wanted to from the police force.  Nate, who had just gotten back from one of his extended trips over seas, was voted into the police chief position.  It wasn’t something he had dreamed of doing, but as near as he could figure the city thought that a combination of what he knew from his dad and his military experience would make him a good replacement for police chief.  One hearing and one city council vote and he was police chief.

There were quite a few hurt feelings that he’d been elected to the position, but there wasn’t much he could do about it, and he let them know about it in no certain terms.  A few just couldn’t deal with it so he’d cleaned house a little bit and was busting his ass to make up for it while looking for replacements.

It didn’t take Jake long to get out of Picken’s and onto the highway leading north to the Canadian border.  Hunting season make the roads busier than normal as people when back and forth from town to their hunting camps.  Once they saw his black vehicle on the road they slowed down and waved as they passed by him.

He pulled off onto a dirt road twenty minutes later and waited for a minute and then saw a truck coming towards him.  Flicking on his lights he pulled up towards the truck and rolled down his window.

“Morning,” Chief the man in the vehicle said to him.

“Morning,” Nate replied.  “I’m looking for Thompson camp.  Know where I might find it?”

The man thought for a second.

“Not 100% sure, but I believe it’s up the road another 10 miles and then off on road 1025.”

“Thanks,” Jake said.

The road was rutted from all of the traffic on it so it took awhile for him to get to road 1025.  On road 1025 he  was only able to go a mile up it before a gate was across the road and two vehicles were parked on the side.

He parked on the side and went to the two trucks to look into them.  Nothing out of the normal.

“Base, this is Nate,” He called into the radio on his shoulder.

“Go ahead.”

“Need you to run a couple of plates for me.”

“Go ahead.”

Nate read off both plate numbers to the dispatcher and waited for a return call.

“Got ‘em,” The radio squawked.