by P. M. Montgomery

Created on: July 05, 2009

This is the first chapter of my novel: Trail of Tears.

Daniel stood with his head bowed, the sun beating hot on the top of his head, glinting off the dark shades he wore. He was standing over the latest grisly discovery and could feel the coffee churning in his gut.

"Hey Chief." His second in command came up behind him.

He turned and faced Larry.

"Looks like another one." He said. "Same mutilations. Have you called in the crime scene guys?"

"Yep, they're on the way. Said it'd be about 20 minutes before they could get here." Larry answered.

Daniel looked at Larry's face and thought it was a little paler than normal. At least he hadn't lost his breakfast. The scene was a bloody one and it was the coppery smell of blood that was really starting to get to Daniel, seasoned veteran that he was. That smell was one he never seemed to forget.

The victim was a white male, perhaps in his 50's. Hard to tell with all the mutilation that had been done to the body. His mouth had been slashed wide open, almost ear to ear, and he couldn't count how many stab wounds there were to the abdomen and chest. What really got to him was where the mans genitals should have been was now a bloody mess. He had taken a quick look around and didn't find the missing parts. He wondered if they would find them this time. He sighed and looked up at the horizon, and the Rocky Mountains shimmering in the distance. He figured it would be a while before he would be back at his favorite fishing hole. He had hoped that when he and his wife, Megan, had moved to the small town of Driftwood that his days of chasing crazy psychopaths would be over.

"Should have known better." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm gonna put in a call to Megan. Tell her I'm going to be late again." He gestured at the scene. "You're in charge till the CSI people get here."

"Ok Chief. I'll call when they get here."

Daniel was glad he had Larry as his Sergeant. He was a quiet person, but under that unimpressive exterior was a mind like a steel trap. He was in the process of nominating Larry for the FBI National Academy for Law Enforcement Officers, but now that this third body had turned up in his jurisdiction, it may have to wait. He needed all the help he could get. It had been over the past six months that the three bodies had been dumped in his tiny little town,

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