“Yeah, we saw him, officer.” The young teen grinned. They were standing at the counter in the police station in Cranbrook.
“We followed him,” another teen said. “He went into the bush near Parsnip Creek. There"s a trapper"s cabin up there, isn"t there?”
“Sure is. It"s a place of interest to us,” the female officer said. “What do you boys know about the Bigfoot?”
“Only that he escaped.”
“Only that he"s wanted.”
“Only that there oughta be a reward for his capture, ma"am.”
“Is that so?” The officer swung around to her computer screen. “It says here no reward, boys.”
“What?”
“Why did we bother following the dude, then?”
“What"s your name, boys?” Then the teens thought better of their plan. “Hmmm. Never mind, ma"am.”
Her forehead wrinkled. “There was a situation out at the Miette high
