If Chief Hall had any worry, it was because of early warm weather. Spring nights have to freeze and days thaw for sap to flow just right. Her thoughts were cut short by the phone, a call from Route 63 Sugar Shack.
She talked right over the "call is being recorded" message. "What's up, Bob? You boiling? I was just thinking of visiting. Your syrup is sweet enough to die for."
"I would be boiling, Charmaine, but you better get over here quick to see why I'm not." Bob's voice was rushed, between heavy breaths, like he'd been running. "And you may be right about my syrup, but you'll wish you weren't."
"Well, Bob, don't waste your breath; it'll be a mystery until I get there."
"I got to warn you, Charmaine, it's gonna be a mystery after you get here. You better put a call out to Dispatch and have them send a couple people, too. Mariel's already here and she's going to have some figuring-out to do."
The Chief startled at the mention of Mariel, a nice-looking former detective from the Midwest, still new in town, maybe a little too polite, but eager to help when she could. Charmaine guessed Mariel's detective training was more scientific than her own, and was happy the woman wasn't arrogant. "A sugar shack mystery. That'll be a sweet assignment," she thought as she hopped in the cruiser. She radioed Dispatch and, for the fun of it, put on lights and siren.
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