“Mar, honey do what you do best!” The firm voice in Mariel’s mind brought her out of the paralysis that had resulted when she saw the body in the tank.
Her husband’s voice remained in her mind as strong today as it was when he was alive.
Frank had been a Chicago detective, same as she, when he was murdered during an undercover operation gone awry. Mariel had dearly loved Frank and truly felt that she had lost the anchor in her life once he was gone. Twenty-five years in the Chicago police department, she was highly decorated and well respected, yet Mariel just could not continue on with the job without Frank. She took an early retirement and looked for a place that was completely different from Chicago, a place where she could raise Mabel and Mark in a community that cared. Leverett was the choice she had made, and her choice was good, they had been here five years and she felt part of the community.
Despite the scene before her, Mariel smiled and said aloud “Thanks, Frank I know
I can always count on you “. While she was not actively working with police she was not far away from the world of crime and justice. She was now an adjunct professor at the local University and taught criminal justice as well as being an expert witness in various court cases nationwide.
She noted three things about the scene before her, there were three overturned sap buckets lying to the left of the tank, a handprint on the right window above the tank, and a large muddy smudge on the white painted interior of the door, about three feet off the floor.
She stepped closer to the vat to view the body as she pulled her cell phone out to dial the police. She leaned over to look into the tank and the phone slipped, she watched it slowly sink down into the bottom.
Damn, Drat, Darn! She cursed. Her mind whirled for the best way to contact the Leverett Police Chief, Charmaine Hall.
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