Murdered In Conard County. Rachel Lee
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      Which again they ignored because he was with his father. Except for Wes.

      “I was in Iraq. I’ll never mistake a gunshot for anything else. When the boy kept crying, I knew. I just knew someone had been shot. Maybe suicide, I thought. I was the first one out of my tent. The others took another couple of minutes. Regardless, I’m the one who ran to the emergency phone and called the ranger. No, I didn’t touch a thing.”

      Wes paused, looking down, saying quietly, “It was hell listening to that kid and not acting. But his dad might have been okay. My appearance might have just scared the boy more.” His mouth twisted. “They don’t make rules of engagement for this.”

      “I hear you,” Gus said. Several deputies who were also vets murmured agreement.

      The sheriff spoke. “You did the best thing.”

      Except, thought Blaire, she’d moved in, opened the tent, stepped inside and took the boy out. She’d interfered with the scene. Next would be her turn to be grilled.

      By the time they came to her, however, they were allowing the others to pack up as long as they were willing to leave contact information with the deputies. The early morning sun cast enough light on the world that details had emerged from the night, giving everything more depth. Making the trees look aged and old and maybe even weary. But that might be her own state of mind. Usually the forest gave her a sense of peace, and the trees offered her a stately temple.

      The sheriff, Gage Dalton, and one of his deputies, Cadell Marcus, she thought, joined her just outside the roped area.

      “Yes,” she said before they even asked, “I touched the front of the tent. I was wearing gloves. I pulled the zipper down partway, poked my flashlight in and saw the scene. I had to get the little boy out of there.”

      Dalton nodded. “Of course you did. So what did you first see as you approached?”

      “The zipper was pulled down from the top. I don’t know how familiar you are with camping gear, but these days you can get tents with zippers that open both ways. A top opening allows in air while keeping protection down low from small critters. Anyway, it was open six or seven inches. Then I opened it more.”

      She paused, closing her eyes, remembering. “I didn’t think about it at the time, but the inner screen wasn’t closed. Doesn’t necessarily mean anything because we don’t have much of a flying insect problem up here.”

      Gage nodded. “Okay.”

      Cadell was making notes.

      “Anyway, almost as soon as I poked the flashlight in, I saw the victim and I saw his son clinging to him. My only thought at that point was to get the child out of there as fast as I could. I asked Gus to pull the zipper down the rest of the way. I entered, trying not to disturb anything, and picked the boy up. I carried him to my ATV, where he’s sleeping now.”

      “Did you notice anything else?”

      She shook her head and opened her eyes. “Frankly, once I saw that man’s head, I was aware of nothing else but the little boy. I seem to recall some toys being scattered around, the boy was out of his sleeping bag which, if I remember correctly, was pretty balled up, and that’s it. I was completely focused on removing the child while trying not to step on anything.” She paused. “Oh. I turned so Jimmy wouldn’t be able to see his father.”

      Gage surprised her by reaching out to pat her upper arm. “You did the right things. We just needed to know where any contamination might have come from.”

      “What about Jimmy?” she asked. Concern for the child, kept on simmer for the last couple of hours, now bubbled up like a pot boiling over.

      “Sarah Ironheart has called child services. They’re contacting the mother.” He paused. “Do you think Jimmy trusts you?”

      “Insofar as he can. He let me put him in my ATV to sleep.” She smiled without humor. “I think the space blanket did it.”

      “Probably. I’m wondering, if I put you and him in the back of my car, we can take him to town to the social worker. His mom should be on the way.”

      She hesitated, hating to walk away from what was clearly her job. This campground was her responsibility, and once the cops left...

      “Go ahead,” said Gus. “I’ll meet your staff when they arrive in the next hour and explain. I’m sure they can fill in for you.”

      The sheriff spoke. “And after the techs are done I’m leaving a couple of deputies up here so the scene won’t be disturbed. You’re covered.”

      He gave her a half smile as he said it.

      “Yeah, CYA,” she responded. “Okay.” She couldn’t bear the thought of waking Jimmy only to turn him over to a stranger without explanation. The car ride to town would give her plenty of opportunity to reassure him, and maybe by the time they reached Conard City his mom will have arrived.

      She looked at Gus. “I promised him a horse ride.”

      “We might be able to work in a couple of minutes when we get to your HQ. If that’s okay with Gage.”

      “Fine by me. That little boy needs everything good he can get right now.”

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