Chapter 29
As the meteorologist predicted, a Chinook blew in from the ocean, seven hundred kilometres away. By morning the roads are dry, the trees bare. As the horizon lightens to a paling cerulean in the east, I leave the dark skies of the west behind, descend the hill into a city soaked in bright lamplights. I inhale two maple donuts from Tim Horton's, arrive at the detachment at twenty to seven. I call North Battleford to speak to their Staff Sergeant.
Though I'm addressing another cop, I inform him as reverently as I can that the remains found in a gravel pit near Mackenzie, B.C. were positively identified as a young woman from his area. I repeat her name and listen to dead air.
“She died from blunt force trauma to the head,” I say, wondering if the connection's been broken. No dia
