In the previous episode, the sheriff and his team had just confirmed that the suspect in the video could have been a women instead of a man. They received a strange call at the station and readers voted that it was Miss Elaine on the line, calling to tell them that her stolen car had been found.
“Hello,” said the Sheriff, answering the phone.
“Tom. This is Elaine Town.”
“How are you, Miss Elaine.”
“I’m kind of baffled, if you wanna know the truth. Remember I reported my car stolen last Sunday?”
“Yes ma’am. I do,” he replied.
“Well, it’s the darndest thing. Bessie Mae’s daughter was driving me to work, and when we drove past the church, there it was.”
“There what was?” the Sheriff asked.
“My car! I thought I was going crazy. The keys were in the ignition and everything.”
The Sheriff was stumped. A car thief returning the car? Twenty five years in law enforcement, he’d never seen anything like this.
“Was anything stolen out of the vehicle?” he asked.
“I don’t think so. Isn’t that the darndest thing? I guess some kids just took it for a joy-ride. But for the life of me, I don’t know how they got my keys.”
She and the Sheriff chatted a bit before they hung up. Then the Sheriff closed her case. But even though the car was back, something bothered him. It was his job to be suspicious… and he was.
* * *
During free period Max and Spike sat on the bleachers and watched Coach Duffy and the rodeo team practice. Butch and his cowboy posse were out there on horses, doing their best to rope fake calves that “ran” in front of them on a zip line, none of them successful.
“They suck,” Max said.
“They’re clumsy,” Spike said.
“They wear costumes from the 1800’s. They ride horses and try to rope things. And they ride bulls just to see if they can hang on for eight seconds.” Max said, wagging his head. “It’s like they never evolved. Why should we be intimidated by these losers?”
“We shouldn’t,” Spike agreed. “I’m NOT! No more.”
Max and Spike smiled as they continued to watch. In the arena, Butch was off his horse. The fake calf had lost its head so he was repairing it. When he was done, he went back to mount his horse, but his boot missed the stirrup and he slipped and fell to the ground. Max and Spike thought that was hilarious, and they laughed… a bit too loud. Butch and his posse heard the laughter, turned and glared at them in the stands.
“Uh-oh,” Spike eeked.
* * *
In town, Tala made her way down the street, lugging her backpack, still filled with the Goodnight silverware. It was fairly heavy, and it clanked as she walked. She had her hair pulled up, tucked inside the baseball cap she was wearing, brim pulled way down low.
Finally, she reached her destination… not a cutlery store, but a pawn shop. She made her way through the door, but immediately ducked for cover when she saw, at the cashier, the Sheriff chatting to the owner. The Sheriff was asking if they had gotten anything unusual from a stranger — man or woman. He said he was looking for someone, and thought they might rob a home then pawn their stuff for some quick cash. Tala heard enough. She slipped back out the door and briskly walked away when —
Oh no! Was she caught? She wondered as she turned to face the person calling her. Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.
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