The sudden and brief shaking and laboring of her cruiser crossing the train tracks jolted Chief Hall from her sweet thoughts of solving the mystery she was called to. In spite of her mild charm and amusement by the siren and light, she needed to get her head clear before encountering Mariel beside whom she believed herself inadequate. In spite of her training and skills, Chief Hall already had a pronounced ability to weigh equally in solving any crime, what happened to her senses once she was present at the scene. Before she made it to her destination, she knew well that if she had not temporarily assuaged the dissonance in her thinking, she would certainly not be able to make good maple syrup out of the sap she was presently called to.
Once she was near the Shack she saw the lights and patrol car of Officer Srey arriving.
Srey, unlike her, used her lights without the sirens precisely because it was her belief that she ought not disturb the dead nor any delicate situation related to it.
Chief Hall slowed to allow Officer Srey passage and to collect herself before fully arriving. Following Srey, she made her left into the driveway of the Sugar Shack and was presently stunned when she noticed the entire width of Muriel’s backside comfortably bent over something appearing to modestly intrigue her.
“Hell,” she mumbled under her breath. “Who could go past this woman”?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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