I shouldn’t be too surprised; any idiot could have stumbled upon that. Having to dump it wasn’t ideal. Given more time, I’d have found a better spot, but time was hardly on my side. The storm had lifted and the sun was rising. It wouldn’t have been long before people were up and about, and being seen coming back from the woods would have led to some uncomfortable questions. The woods looked so different after the storm. Next time, I’ll plan a little better. Next time? – that came a little too easy. Luckily, that girl doesn’t know what she’s doing. I, like most of the people present, I imagine, sat in that church hall wondering just how she managed to become a police officer. It doesn’t say a lot for the force. Maybe she’s one of those community bobbies with illusions of grandeur. Stuck out here, how would anyone know? Boy, did her face drop when the questions started. What did she expect? People to sit there and take it? To let her leave out the details without so much as making a sound?
