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Sergeant Davis stood at the enclosure entrance, watching the dog handler take his charge through its paces. The handler walked the dog from one side of the compound to the other, and back again, moving further into the compound with each pass. They’d reached the middle point and so far the dog hadn’t shown any behavioural changes.
He turned to see Constable Timmons approaching him. “You’re back. What did you find?”
“I traced the bike track to Crawford’s backyard. A dirt bike was parked behind a shed. I took some pics.”
“Good work. Did you see anyone?”
“Nope.” Timmons glanced at a stockpile of machinery and gear sitting against the rock face. “Where’s the chopper?”
“There’s a fatal multi-vehicle accident on the highway north of Stoney Creek. They’ve called in Oliver and Penticton s
