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tonight Leah? I thought it was your night off. Over . ” Sheriff Wat ley said.
“It wouldn’t be a night off If I couldn’t harass you now would it? Sara’s kid’s got a touch of the flu so I’m fillin in for her tonight. Watcha got sweetie? Over . ”
“Well, I’m out here on Cherry Blossom again. Over.”
“That graffiti thing? I thought you took care of that last night. Did them boys get it prettied back up already? Over.”
The sheriff looked down and then back up shaking his head. “I got a little distracted last night remember? Over.”
“Oh yeah, the sleepwalker right? How’d that go anyway? Over.”
“Well, let’s just say I’m getting distracted again. Over.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that old boy out there again? Over.”
“Well, his truck is here in the road again. So, I’m going to assume it’s him. Unless his wife has decided to give it a shot. I’m going to check it out. I should check in in about ten. Over.”
“K. Be careful James. This is getting kind of creepy. Over.” Leah’s voice echoed in the car.
Tell me about it . The sheriff thought as he put on his hat and stepped out of the car.
Chapter 7
The night air was cool and moist. There was a slight wind blowing gently across the s heriff’s pant legs as he began his trek across the ditch and into the woods. He wasn’t entirely sure the guy would be in the same spot, but he figured he would check there first. He held his Maglite with his left hand and unsnapped his holster with his right. He kept his hand near his weapon as he made his way through th e woods. Even though Angel Fall s wasn’t a big crime town, his father had always taught him to error on the side of caution because even the most innocent situations can turn on you in an instant. One thing he had learned from watching the news in the bigger cities is that often you only get one chance to make a mistake and keeping your guard down is always a mistake. This guy must really have a medical problem. This was going to seem like dejavu. What is his wife going to say this time? She didn’t seem very happy last time. Hell, the sheriff thought, if my wife caught me out sleepwalking a couple of times, she’d handcuff me to the bed. The sheriff thought he might just suggest that to her this time. He could just hear himself now; ma'am , I think it would be wise to invest in some handcuffs for your husband at night. Of course his luck, she would do it and then there’d be a fire and he’d die because he couldn’t escape. And who would she blame? The sheriff who was only trying to help. But truth be told, the guy was going to be in more danger driving while asleep or getting hypothermia and dying alone in the woods. The sheriff kept walking and soon he could hear the sound of flinging dirt like the night before. He tightened his hand down near his gun and moved toward the sound.
The sheriff could make out the form again as he lit up the man with his flashlight. Once again the guy was out in a white t-shirt and tan briefs. He was on his knees again clawing at the dirt and muttering something under his breath as he flung the dirt to either side. The sheriff stood watching in dismay. The guy was digging frantically. What was he saying? It sounded like Myah. Mayeeah? No that wasn’t it either. Some more dirt was thrown back hard and landed on the leaves. The sheriff looked around the woods with his light. The man continued to dig and mumble something. His speed picked up and with it his voice. “Maria.” That’s what he said. Maria. The sheriff made a coughing sound to try and get his attention. The man continued digging like he wasn’t aware of the sheriff’s presence. The sheriff looked around again and then back at the man. This was going to be awkward. Not only was he going to have to explain to the guy ' s wife that he was out digging in the woods in his underwear again, but he was chanting another girl’s name as well. This should be
“It wouldn’t be a night off If I couldn’t harass you now would it? Sara’s kid’s got a touch of the flu so I’m fillin in for her tonight. Watcha got sweetie? Over . ”
“Well, I’m out here on Cherry Blossom again. Over.”
“That graffiti thing? I thought you took care of that last night. Did them boys get it prettied back up already? Over.”
The sheriff looked down and then back up shaking his head. “I got a little distracted last night remember? Over.”
“Oh yeah, the sleepwalker right? How’d that go anyway? Over.”
“Well, let’s just say I’m getting distracted again. Over.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that old boy out there again? Over.”
“Well, his truck is here in the road again. So, I’m going to assume it’s him. Unless his wife has decided to give it a shot. I’m going to check it out. I should check in in about ten. Over.”
“K. Be careful James. This is getting kind of creepy. Over.” Leah’s voice echoed in the car.
Tell me about it . The sheriff thought as he put on his hat and stepped out of the car.
Chapter 7
The night air was cool and moist. There was a slight wind blowing gently across the s heriff’s pant legs as he began his trek across the ditch and into the woods. He wasn’t entirely sure the guy would be in the same spot, but he figured he would check there first. He held his Maglite with his left hand and unsnapped his holster with his right. He kept his hand near his weapon as he made his way through th e woods. Even though Angel Fall s wasn’t a big crime town, his father had always taught him to error on the side of caution because even the most innocent situations can turn on you in an instant. One thing he had learned from watching the news in the bigger cities is that often you only get one chance to make a mistake and keeping your guard down is always a mistake. This guy must really have a medical problem. This was going to seem like dejavu. What is his wife going to say this time? She didn’t seem very happy last time. Hell, the sheriff thought, if my wife caught me out sleepwalking a couple of times, she’d handcuff me to the bed. The sheriff thought he might just suggest that to her this time. He could just hear himself now; ma'am , I think it would be wise to invest in some handcuffs for your husband at night. Of course his luck, she would do it and then there’d be a fire and he’d die because he couldn’t escape. And who would she blame? The sheriff who was only trying to help. But truth be told, the guy was going to be in more danger driving while asleep or getting hypothermia and dying alone in the woods. The sheriff kept walking and soon he could hear the sound of flinging dirt like the night before. He tightened his hand down near his gun and moved toward the sound.
The sheriff could make out the form again as he lit up the man with his flashlight. Once again the guy was out in a white t-shirt and tan briefs. He was on his knees again clawing at the dirt and muttering something under his breath as he flung the dirt to either side. The sheriff stood watching in dismay. The guy was digging frantically. What was he saying? It sounded like Myah. Mayeeah? No that wasn’t it either. Some more dirt was thrown back hard and landed on the leaves. The sheriff looked around the woods with his light. The man continued to dig and mumble something. His speed picked up and with it his voice. “Maria.” That’s what he said. Maria. The sheriff made a coughing sound to try and get his attention. The man continued digging like he wasn’t aware of the sheriff’s presence. The sheriff looked around again and then back at the man. This was going to be awkward. Not only was he going to have to explain to the guy ' s wife that he was out digging in the woods in his underwear again, but he was chanting another girl’s name as well. This should be
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