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The Woodlander

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by Kirk Watson


  “Didn’t the Ballingers have two young girls?” Underhill asked.

  “Yes, sir,” Grimes replied, checking his notebook. “Lisa and Violet Ballinger, ages fifteen and seven.” He peeked into the grave. “You don’t think—”

  Sheriff Underhill shook his head. “No, Mrs. Farnsworth reported seeing the girls just a few weeks ago. These bones are old, probably been down here for years.”

  “Then who is it, sir?”

  “If I was a betting man, I’d say it’s their mother, Liana Ballinger. We’ll need to call in the medical examiner from Harper’s Chase to confirm it.”

  Grimes checked his notebook. “Liana Ballinger? I thought Mr. Ballinger was divorced.”

  Underhill grunted. “So he claimed. He said Liana ran off with another squirrel several years ago.”

  “But you don’t believe him, do you, sir?”

  This time Underhill did smile. Grimes had a way of reading people, he had to give him that. It would come in handy when he was sheriff.

  “That’s right,” Underhill said. “I knew Liana. Woman was sweet as can be. And she loved those two kids. No way she’d just run out on them like that. But a few years ago, she stopped showing up for church. That’s when her friends grew worried and came to see me. I dreaded coming up here to check on her at the time, half-expecting to find her battered and bruised, or worse. But I didn’t find her at all.”

  “Her husband beat her?”

  Underhill nodded. “Liana always denied it, but it was the worst-kept secret in Land’s End. She was always showing up in town with fresh bruises. Hell, the last time I saw her, she had one arm in a sling. But no matter how bad it got, she never did turn on that husband of hers. She defended him to the end.”

  “Why didn’t you arrest him?”

  “First rule of a murder investigation, deputy: no body, no murder.”

  “It seems you found your body, sir.”

  Underhill nodded, a grim expression on his face. “But now we’re missing our prime suspect. And two young girls, to boot.” He sifted some loose dirt through his paw. “Old bones, fresh blood…”

  “What do you think it means, sheriff?”

  Sheriff Underhill looked up at him. “I’d be interested in hearing your own thoughts on the matter, deputy.”

  Grimes took a deep breath before kneeling down. He peered into the grave. “Fresh blood. That means somebody else was in this grave recently.”

  “Very good, Grimes. Go on.”

  “But these bones are old, so they must have been here for years. And since the grave is open, that means somebody came back to dig it up.”

  “For what purpose?”

  “To bury a second body?”

  “Or bodies,” Underhill suggested.

  Deputy Grimes swallowed hard. “Or bodies.”

  “And your conclusion?”

  “Well, these bones suggest Stefan killed his wife years ago, right?”

  Sheriff Underhill nodded. “I agree. And the blood?”

  “Well, given what we know about Stefan, I suspect he must have also killed one of his daughters recently. He then buried her body here in the same grave.”

  “But for some reason he returned to dig it up? Why would he do that?”

  “To move the body? You know, to hide the evidence?”

  “That’s a fine theory, deputy.”

  “But you’re not buying it, are you, sir?”

  Sheriff Underhill snorted. Grimes was perceptive—at least with the living. “No, deputy, I’m not. Why would he move the body but leave these old bones behind? In an open grave, no less? And he didn’t even try to clean up the blood on the porch. If he was trying to conceal a crime, he certainly half-assed it. But you’re right about one thing—there was a second body in this grave, and judging by the blood, rather recently. But now, that body’s done disappeared.”

  Deputy Grimes furled his brow. “So, what do you think happened to it, sheriff?”

  Sheriff Underhill did not immediately answer. He knelt down to study the trail of blood leading to the grave, then peered into the dark hole. The empty eye sockets stared up at him from the bottom. Underhill closed his eyes, rocking on his haunches as he sifted dirt through his paws.

  Deputy Grimes waited silently. He had learned not to disturb the sheriff when he was in one of his trances. “Talking to the bones,” he had called it. Whether the bones actually responded, Grimes couldn’t be sure, but the sheriff always seemed to get his answer.

  After a long moment, Sheriff Underhill stood to face him. “Well, Grimes, I don’t think anybody moved the second body at all.”

  Grimes peered down into the grave, a confused expression on his face. “Then… where is it, sir?”

  Sheriff Underhill placed his hat on his head and stared off at the horizon.

  “I reckon it done climbed out.”

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  I hope you enjoyed reading The Woodlander as much as I enjoyed writing it. I look forward to bringing you the continued adventures of John Grey and his misfit band of friends in Grimm & Grey, book two of The Grey Tales, coming soon!

  Questions? Comments?

  Feel free to write me at woodlandwriter@gmail.com, or click here to leave a review on Amazon.

  One Last Thing…

  On the next page you’ll be asked by Amazon to rate this book. If you enjoyed The Woodlander (and I hope you did), I would be grateful if you took a moment to leave your feedback. It really helps me out.

  Thank you again for reading,

  Kirk Watson

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Notice

  Prologue

  ON FALLING

  Chapter 1

  SPIRITS

  Chapter 2

  BICYCLE

  Chapter 3

  UNHINGED

  Chapter 4

  THE CRADLE WILL FALL

  Chapter 5

  VALEDICTIONS

  Chapter 6

  THE DISCARDED

  Chapter 7

  FRIEND OR FOE

  Chapter 8

  THE WELCOME COMMITTEE

  Chapter 9

  NATURAL ENEMIES

  Chapter 10

  FOOD FOR THOUGHT

  Chapter 11

  SCHOOL TIES

  Chapter 12

  OBSTACLE ONE

  Chapter 13

  TALLY-HO!

  Chapter 14

  THE RUNNING OF THE SQUIRRELS

  Chapter 15

  JUST BREATHE

  Chapter 16

  NUPTIALS

  Chapter 17

  THE DARKEST HOUR

  Chapter 18

  LISA’S STORY

  Chapter 19

  THE SHADOW ON THE MOON

  Chapter 20

  THE THORN BIRD

  Chapter 21

  A RAY OF LIGHT

  Chapter 22

  HITCHING A RIDE

  Chapter 23

  RETURN TO SENDER

  Chapter 24

  CURTAIN CALL

  Chapter 25

  SQUIRRELS IN A BLANKET

  Chapter 26

  SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING LEWD

  Chapter 27

  I’LL BE BACK TOMORROW

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Prologue

  OLD BONES, FRESH BLOOD

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Notice

  Prologue

  ON FALLING

  Chapter 1

  SPIRITS

  Chapter 2

  BICYCLE

  Chapter 3

  UNHINGED

  Chapter 4

  THE CRADLE WILL FALL

  Chapter 5

  VALEDICTIONS

  Chapter 6

  THE DISCARDED

  Chapter 7

  FRIEND OR FOE

  Chapter 8

  THE WELCOME COMMITTEE

  Chapter 9

  NATURAL ENEMIES

  Chapte
r 10

  FOOD FOR THOUGHT

  Chapter 11

  SCHOOL TIES

  Chapter 12

  OBSTACLE ONE

  Chapter 13

  TALLY-HO!

  Chapter 14

  THE RUNNING OF THE SQUIRRELS

  Chapter 15

  JUST BREATHE

  Chapter 16

  NUPTIALS

  Chapter 17

  THE DARKEST HOUR

  Chapter 18

  LISA’S STORY

  Chapter 19

  THE SHADOW ON THE MOON

  Chapter 20

  THE THORN BIRD

  Chapter 21

  A RAY OF LIGHT

  Chapter 22

  HITCHING A RIDE

  Chapter 23

  RETURN TO SENDER

  Chapter 24

  CURTAIN CALL

  Chapter 25

  SQUIRRELS IN A BLANKET

  Chapter 26

  SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING LEWD

  Chapter 27

  I’LL BE BACK TOMORROW

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Prologue

  OLD BONES, FRESH BLOOD

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

 

 

 


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