Sherriff’s Office car. Terri instantly recognized the officer standing next to it. She had known Jack for quite a few years, and even had a crush on him at one point. He appeared to be on his car radio and only noticed them when they pulled up beside him.
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Jack Fisher quickly ended his conversation with dispatch and walked up to Terri’s door before she had time to open it. He leaned down and peered into the window, but wouldn’t allow his gaze to catch Terri’s eyes.
“What’s going on Jack?” she asked as she tried to push the car door open.
Jack held the door firm and replied, “Hold on Terri. You can’t go in there just yet…and I wouldn’t want you ever to go in there.”
Panic flashed on Terri’s face, and she pushed harder at the door. “What’s happened? What is it?” she demanded. “Is it Sheila…my brother…what?”
Jack held firm at the car door and calmly said, “We don’t know what has happened, not exactly. We only know that we have a crime scene,” his voice trembling a bit. Then he continued, “Your brother wasn’t in there, neither was Sheila. We don’t know where they are. Have you seen or heard from them since Friday night?”
Terri was dazed, “What? No, no I haven’t talked to either one of them.” Then she asked, “Did he do something to Sheila? Jack, you need to tell me. Did Ricky hurt Sheila?”
Jack took a deep breath then finally looked into Terri’s eyes and said, “I don’t know. We don’t know who’s been hurt yet for sure. Both he and Sheila and his truck are missing, and you know how he is…” Jack paused and shook his head slowly then continued, “I just don’t think that even Ricky could do what had been done in that trailer.”
Panic welled in Terri’s throat, but she swallowed it down and pleaded, “What, what happened in there?”
“I can’t say,” Jack replied, “It’s an ongoing investigation. But I will tell you to lock your doors until this is over.” He said this to Jesse as much as Terri, “something bad has happened here and until we get it figured out I don’t think anyone is safe.” He said to Jesse, “Take her home will you Reverend? I will be in touch with you later, and there is nothing you can do here.”
Jesse nodded and put a hand on Terri’s arm. “I’ll take care of her,” he assured the officer. “We’ll be at the house if you need us.”
“Thank you,” Jack replied. “I have to go talk to your father Terri, and then to Sheila’s parents. Then I have to head back to the station for a while. I’ll check on you when I get off shift.” He gave her a comforting smile then stood up.
Jesse nodded and started the engine. It grumbled reluctantly to life, and he began the laborious process of turning around the big old machine. It took a five-point turn, but Jesse soon had them headed back down the drive away from Ricky Dixon’s place. Behind them, the lights faded into the dust and haze of the sweltering afternoon.
Jesse drove on in silence until they hit the black top that would take them back to Jesse’s place. At that point, he started whistling his little tune again. This time though, Terri did not smile inwardly. In fact, smiling was the last thing on Terri’s mind. It was too full of wild thoughts. Questions and images and nightmares were all running rampant through her mind. She was drowning in their deluge, and although it felt like a steam bath in the front seat of the Buick, Terri had a chill.
CHAPTER 4
Jack pulled up in front of the rickety fence that surrounded old man Dixon’s place. He was unaware that he crinkled up his nose in distaste. He surveyed the scene, looking for any clues as to the whereabouts of Ricky Dixon. He didn’t see his truck anywhere, and there were no signs that anyone was about. So Jack climbed out of the cruiser and donned his hat. He was not looking forward to
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