“I’ll help you find the chupacabra, but we may have different opinions of what needs to happen after we find the creature.” She smiled what I think she was trying to make be a grim smile and put her hand on her sidearm.
“You can have all the opinion, Agent Miss Amy, I’ll handle the shooting.” I turned my back on her and went out to continue my investigation. The hair on the back of my neck stood up the whole time, reminding me that I was turning my back on a government agent with a loaded weapon.
I stomped across the field, Miss Agent Cutie-Pants following along, stumbling a little in her screw-me heels and doing her best to dodge the cowpies and goat poop that littered the pasture. The oldest scene was mangled beyond all investigation, with dozens of muddy footprints obscuring any evide
