Search is loosely based on a real incident. The incident remains, the story is greatly different.
Enjoy. And remember, it’s still a work in progress. These chapters are rough drafts. I’ve completed twenty chapters so far and it seems I’ll complete the novel this time. We’ll see.
Read Search Chapter 2
Todd shook out the double-bed sheet and reached up into the oak’s lower branches. Behind him the Kennebec River’s lower rapids splashed. He wrapped the sheet’s end over the limb and clothespinned it so the sheet fell open like a film projector screen. He stepped back, making sure it was secure, then turned and trampled a path through fallen leaves and brush to the river, making sure the bed sheet could be clearly seen.
He shook a spray can and sprayed a barely noticeable “2” on the sheet. Leaves rustled at ground level and he lowered the can.
“What’d you do with the boys, Andersen?”
“Sergeant Dyksta, how good of you to come. What boys?”
“Don’t bullshit me, you sick fuck. The Thompson boys. What’d you do with them?”
“Not a thing. Has something happened to them?”
“You drive the Hershey highway with Dave LaVerne, don’t you?”
“Why whatever do what you mean, Sergeant Dykstra?”
Dykstra’s hand went to his nightstick.
“Oh, Sergeant Dykstra. I had no idea you were into brutality. Doesn’t surprise me, though. I’ve seen your wife. Or wait. No, that would be bestiality, wouldn’t it?”
Dykstra pulled his nightstick. “I’m gonna – ”
“Not get paid? Whatever you do to me, make sure you don’t hurt my hands. It’d be horrible if I couldn’t hand you your take every week, don’t you think? How could you afford that pretty little lady up in Bangor you visit twice a week?”
Dykstra’s grip weakened. The nightstick slid back into its belt ring. “How do you know about that?”
“I know about that because I, unlike you, make it a point to know everything I can about the people I do business with.”
“What are you doing with those sheets?”
“Making highway markers. Wouldn’t you like to help?”
Dykstra turned and walked up the path from the river to the picnic area.
“Don’t go to far, Sergeant. You can help me put the rest of these up along both sides of the river.”
Dykstra paused, his back to Andersen, and clenched his fists.
“Beat me if you must, but do it with a smile, that way I know we’re both getting pleasure out of it.”
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