The hairs at the back of his neck prickled when he spotted blood. He traced the path with the flashlight beam, tracking it to the fence and into the field beyond. That was when he noticed the drag marks, as if something heavy had been hauled through the snow.
They were almost as stupid as cows.įrowning, T.J. This deserted stretch of road was a favorite place to smoke dope and have sex.
Judging from its condition and lack of snow cover, it hadn't been there long. A solitary woman's shoe lay on the shoulder.
He was on his way back to the cruiser when he spotted something in the snow on the opposite side of the road. Removing two flares, he set them up on the centerline to warn traffic. went back to the cruiser and popped the trunk. Hoofprints told him several head had discovered the opening and ventured onto the shoulder for some illicit grazing. Sure enough, twenty feet away two strands of barbed wire had come loose from a gnarled locust-wood post. He ran the flashlight beam along the fence line. He hated the graveyard shift almost as much as he hated winter. His boots crunched through snow as he made his way to the bar ditch, his breaths puffing out in front of him. It was so cold he could feel his nose hairs freezing. Yanking the zipper of his coat up to his chin, he slid his flashlight from its nest beside the seat and got out of the cruiser. "Let me know if you need backup." She snickered. "I'll set up some flares then go drag his Amish ass out of bed." He thought of all the paperwork an accident would entail and shook his head. If someone came around the curve too fast it could be bad. Livestock on the road at this hour was an accident waiting to happen. "Don't tempt me." Looking around, he sighed. "Well, I'm not going to stand out here in the frickin' cold and round up these stupid shits." "So what are you going to do? He ain't got no phone out there."Ī glance at the clock on the dash told him it was nearly two A.M. "What's up, T.J.?" asked Mona, the night dispatcher. Besides chickens, they had to be the dumbest animals on earth. Twenty yards away, six Jersey cows stood in the bar ditch, chewing their cud. Banks pulled the car onto the shoulder and flipped on the spotlight, running the beam along the edge of the field where corn stalks shivered in the cold. The cruiser's strobes cast red and blue light onto winter dead trees.
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