The door of the mobile home had been kicked in, so I called for backup and went in, clearing room-by-room, my gun out searching. I checked the entire trailer - which smelled like a damn litter box - and in the only bedroom I found an unmade bed covered in blood. There was no one in the house. I called for techs to process the scene and put out an attempt-to-locate on the woman’s car; it was gone - and she with it.
I was pissed off. I drove around the immediate area, looking for her car; then, call it intuition or whatever, I decided to park back up on a hill and blacked out (turned out my headlights). I just sat, waiting. I know this sounds weird, but I knew something was going to happen. Call it luck or gut instinct - whatever you want to feel comfortable - but I knew I had to park and wait...something was coming.
Fifteen minutes later, here comes her car down the dugway.
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