The Glen. The destination of the day.
The Coff’s Harbour Police wanted him to leave the place alone until they could arrange a liaison with the local police force. He figured he would take his chances with the local force and introduce himself instead.
Bud White. John Biebe… the names were underlined in his notes. Det. Erin Carrick , his Coff’s Harbour police liaison was insistent that he alert them first before proceeding with his investigation in the Glen. She would be checking up on him...he knew that much. Her patience with his investigation had worn thin over the last few months. She felt her duties as his liaison prevented her from focusing on “Official Police Business”.
The trip would be 30 minutes according to his estimation.
He was anxious to be there already and to get through the mandatory pleasantries to see if there was anything left to his lead. Somehow this one felt different from the others.
20 minutes into the trip his gut told him to stop. An odd break in the waist high grass at the side of the road had caught his attention. Looked like something or someone had disturbed it and a path of sorts was left behind.
Despite no one being in sight he got out of the car to check it out. He had learned long ago not to question his gut when it happened.
Accepting his gut didn’t make what he discovered in the grass any easier though.