Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
As we work our way forward, I see Sheriff Booker with Emory, another deputy, talking with some guy I don’t recognize. Booker and I went to school together, too. Like I said, it’s a town where everyone knows everyone.
Which makes the appearance of strangers a rather rare event. The guy’s wearing a cheap looking navy suit jacket and khaki pants. He looks like a salesman from some ‘we finance everyone’ used car lot.
Something about him irritates me immediately. Booker’s sitting on the edge of the desk, with Emory leaning back in his chair, and the stranger’s sitting there, talking and acting distressed.
And I mean it when I say acting. Feels hinky to me.
The Sheriff catches my eye and nods, holding up a finger, and I ease my way to lean against the wall, just a few feet from Emory’s desk.
“She’s been gone nearly five days.” I listen as the guy starts. “I tracked her cell phone until it stopped about six miles south, but there’s nothing there. She used to camp with her grandparents up in the Manistee State land years ago. Her mom passed away recently, and she’s just not been right since. She’s always had some mental imbalance, I’m just worried.”
Emory narrows his eyes, scratching the back of his neckand asks, “You’re her stepfather you said?”
The guy nods as the sheriff drops his hand which was covering his mouth to cross his arms and adds, “We can’t file a missing person’s report. She’s twenty-one, there’s no sign of foul play...no doctor’s order...”
The guy nods, sighing hard, rubbing his hands down the tops of his thighs, but it all seems showy to me. I focus on his face, rubbing my beard as he throws me a glance before shifting in his chair, pulling a piece of paper out of his inside jacket pocket and handing it to Booker.
“I’ll leave my number and her picture, maybe...if someone sees her, just maybe call me?”
He’s begging, but it’s not fear in his voice, more desperation. Even a hint of annoyance.
“We can keep her picture. Not sure there’s much we can do.”
“Anything would help. I’ve been to every town within ten miles, but I think she might be here, somewhere. She always liked camping.” He stands, handing them each a business card. “My name and cell phone number are on there. If anyone sees her...”
“Sure.” Booker nods, standing up. “We’ll keep our eyes open.”
The stranger thanks them, and as he walks out of the office, he hands me one of the cards too.
I snap my tongue on the back of my front teeth and shove the card into my jacket pocket as the sheriff raises his eyebrows and jerks his head toward his office. Marshall took off toward the back room to change into his uniform, so it’s just me and Booker as he closes the door behind us.
“Sounds like family bullshit to me.” He shakes his head as he drops into his desk chair and taps some keys on the computer with one hand, then hands me the piece of paper with the other. “I’m sure you haven’t seen her, seeing you barely come down from that mountain of yours, but you’re here, so you get first look...she look familiar to you?”
The instant my eyes lock onto the photo, I swear I can smell her. It is like a scent I’ve known forever, finally coming back to me and grabbing me by the balls. And squeezing. Hard.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead, my heart pounding so hard it’s feeling like it’s going to snap a fucking rib.
My one hand curls into a fist as I stare, my muscles hard and shaking, making the piece of paper with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen tremble.
Her ripe round cheeks are pink, full, with a childlike innocence in blue eyes that stare right into my soul. Lips full and slightly open, in a smile that makes me think of all the places I want her to put them.
I take a breath, grip the top of my head and look at the sheriff. “She looks like that girl...”
“What girl?” He tips his head, narrowing his eyes.
“You know, that freezing princess. From that Disney movie...” He gives me a dead stare and I roll my eyes and do the unthinkable. “Let it go, let it go...” Before I can stop myself, I’ve let the little chorus free, wiggling my fingers like I’m shooting the ice from their tips and Booker is laughing his ass off. “Shut up. You know what I’m talking about, fucker.”
He tries to regain his composure, pressing his hands over his mouth and nodding regaining his composure. “Frozen, dumb ass. Frozen.”
I look back at the picture, thinking about how those pink pouty lips will feel the first time they kiss the tip of my cock, the waves of her creamy blonde hair brushing my skin, all silky softness against me.