Post by Bonnie Derryberry on Sept 25, 2023 1:02:39 GMT -5
20 YEARS AGO….
Detective Jones jabbed the end of his pencil into a notepad.
” Right. Right. So, let’s go over this one more time.”
The grizzled veteran of the Minneapolis Police Department rubbed his temple.
” You were hunting up near Nine Mile Creek and you saw a little girl running on all fours with a pack of wolves?”
The hunter, Andy, threw up his hands in exasperation.
“She wasn’t running!!! She was hunting!!!”
The detective revisited his notepad.
“Oh, that’s right. You trailed the pack and *sighs* saw her aiding the wolves in mauling a bear.”
The good citizen couldn’t stop his foot from tapping the floor and then he slammed a fist onto the table.
“I’ve told you this already, a bunch of times, man. There’s a little girl out there in danger. You need to round up a search crew and go get her. What the fuck man?”
Detective Jones held a hand up.
“Easy there. Calm down. We can’t expend resources on a fantastical story like this without some more evidence.”
The cop tossed his pencil onto the notepad and leaned back in his chair unconcerned.
“Your story doesn’t add up, Andy. It just doesn’t. You said this little girl was about 8 years old. If there was a lost girl that young running around in some woods that deep in the thick, we’d know about it because the parents would be in here reporting it, not a random hunter.”
The door swung open and a large man stepped in with a cup of coffee in hand. He looked at the disheveled hunter and chuckled.
“I’m Detective Crosby” The new officer stated as he pulled up a chair that could barely fit his out-of-shape frame.
“I’ve been watching this behind the glass over there and Detective Jones hasn’t asked the important questions. Was this little girl transformed? Was she howling AWOOOO? Do we need to pack some silver bullets before heading out to search for her?”
The fat cop burst out laughing and sipped his warm cup of coffee.
“FUCK THIS!!!”
The hunter shot to a stand so fast it brought the detectives to their feet on high alert. They shoved him back into the chair and shouted so many things that it made him confused enough to surrender.
“You stay right there you crazy fuck or you’ll be sleeping under the jail tonight.”
The commotion brought another officer into the room, swinging the door open with her hand already at her gun just in case.
“What the hell, guys?”
Detective Jones eased her concern with a gesture.
“It’s okay, D. Just another loon.”
“No. This one’s different. Not the usual UFO and aliens whacko. This one saw an 8-year-old werewolf girl. Ha!” Detective Crosby made sure to clarify.
Andy tried to protest the bullshit remark but Detective Crosby shut him off with a hand across the mouth and a threatening stare. The female detective rolled her eyes and gave the hunter a once-over.
” Hmm. Well, loon he may be, but he’s certainly been through something.”
She pointed out the dirt, mud, and moistness on his clothes and the scratch marks along his arms and elbows.
” He probably got into a fight with someone and wound up on the wrong end of it. Might have gotten clonked enough to dream up this nonsense story.” Detective Jones surmised.
Detective D nodded. It was possible.
” Who’d you throw down with? Random at a bar? Girlfriend?” She tugged at his clothes.
“NO!!! Jesus, lady. You gotta believe me. I hauled ass trying to save that girl but when they mauled that bear I said hell fucking no and came straight here.”
D rubbed her chin.
” mmhmm, so you didn’t think to call the police and have them meet you near the woods?”
Andy’s eyes grew to their limits. She was right. He’d been so scared he didn’t think to do that. He wilted in the chair and buried his crying face in his hands.
” Did you guys run the usuals on him?” She asked the other detectives in the room.
” Yep. No booze. No drugs. No rap sheet except for a couple of speeding tickets.”
That perked D’s brow.
” Whatcha wanna do, D? Toss him out? “ Detective Crosby asked.
She rubbed the lines on her forehead that comes standard issued in her line of work, 30’s be damned.
“No. I’ll grab some officers and we’ll take a little trip out to the woods with our hero here, isn’t that right, my man?” She smacked Andy on the shoulder.
The hunter wiped the tears away and vigorously nodded.
“Fuck yes! Let’s go! That little girl-”
“Shut it, you.” She yanked him up and escorted him out of the room.
During her trek, she pulled out her phone and speed dialed. “Hey, Detective Derryberry here. I need a unit for code 6.”
{To be continued by me in this same thread, I'm going to do multiple posts here.}
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