Tracking A Killer

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Rose was already busy in the kitchen when Mick walked in. “Hey, what are you doing home already? I had planned on doing supper.”

“I finished up early, so I thought I would surprise you.”

While Rose stood at the stove, Mick walked up behind her, grabbed her around the waist, and nibbled on her neck. “Have I told you lately, how much I love you?”

Turning around, pushing him away, she said, “You must come up with a new line. I hear that one at least twice a day.” Tenderly touching his face with her right hand, “I went shopping today and bought something that you will enjoy tonight.”

Whispering in her ear, “Nothing to eat, I hope, because I picked something up.”

“No, it is not.”

A delicious meal was only the beginning of a wonderful evening. He loved her new sleepwear. Both were ready for a good night’s sleep. These were the kind of nights that Mick was able to sleep through without nightmares. They fell asleep with arms and legs entangled.

The phone rang a little after two a.m. Rose answered it and then slapped Mick on the shoulder, “It’s Kip, for you,” she said and then rolled over.

“I was sleeping so peacefully, so this better be good.”

“Sorry, Chief, but you were the only one I could reach. There is a wild party of some sort taking place on the lake. Several neighbors have called in to complain.”

“You can’t handle it alone?”

“Several kids are racing around on the ice in their cars shouting and blowing their horns. I suspect a lot of drinking is involved.”

“Head on over and I’ll join you as soon as I can.” He hung up and raced into the bathroom. Five minutes later he was dressed and ready to go. Sitting on the bed beside Rose, he bent over and kissed her on the forehead, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Be careful.”

Kip had pulled his car into the entrance to the lake, blocking the only escape route. His red bubble light was flashing. Some of the kids on the lake had noticed and stopped. Kip sat there for about five minutes before Keplar arrived.

Pulling up behind Kip, he stuck his head out the window and shouted, “Move up and get your car out of my way.” Getting onto the ice, he stopped so Kip could move his car back to block the entrance and hopped in beside Keplar. There were about a dozen kids and almost as many cars. They had all pulled up near the island when they saw the police car coming their way.

Rolling up slowly at the right distance to light up all the cars and kids. Keplar got out, “Alright, I want all of you to line up in front of the cars and keep your hands at your side.” Some were moving slowly, “It’s cold, so step it up,” he shouted, creating a large cloud with his breath.

One of the boys asked meekly, “Are you going to tell our parents?”

“I suspect that will be necessary.” Moving closer, “How many of you were drinking?”

“It was only three-two beer, Chief,” one of the boys protested.

“That’s no excuse and by the looks of it, you’re all underage. Now my deputy and I will be taking all your names and addresses, so get your driver’s licenses out.” Once that was finished, he told them to lock up their cars. “You can pick them up tomorrow when you are sober. Be on your way.”

One of the boys lagged back. “Hey, Chief, did you find out who the frozen guy was in the car?”

“No, do you have any idea?”

“I think it might be the guy that lives on Oak Street. I think his name might be Dorian, or something like that.”

“Do you know which house?”

“I think it is the white stucco house with green trim, just up from France Avenue.”

“What is your name, I’ll want to talk with you again. Okay?” After getting his name and asking Kip to keep an eye on things for a while to make sure none of the boys came back for their car, Keplar headed home to get some sleep.