Chapter 7 Reveal
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Ch 7-Two Kinds of Cold
The woods near Rocky Creek in Shannon County
Deputy Vince Newell felt the cold flesh of the boy’s neck, seeking vainly for a pulse. The body’s color and the position of the ignition switch told the story. He keyed his lapel mic to call it in.
“I’ve got a dead teenage boy here. It looks like carbon monoxide,” he said as he copied down the license plate of the late model Ford Ranger. “He’s wearing a tux. Just a minute and I’ll get his ID if he’s got one on him.”
He rocked the stiffening body enough to extract the wallet.
“It appears to be Kent P. Rossiter of 887 CR 603 Shannon County.”
“That’s the boy that was reported missing after the prom. Is the girl with him?”
“Girl? No. There’s no one else here.”
Ch 7-Two Kinds of Cold
The woods near Rocky Creek in Shannon County
Deputy Vince Newell felt the cold flesh of the boy’s neck, seeking vainly for a pulse. The body’s color and the position of the ignition switch told the story. He keyed his lapel mic to call it in.
“I’ve got a dead teenage boy here. It looks like carbon monoxide,” he said as he copied down the license plate of the late model Ford Ranger. “He’s wearing a tux. Just a minute and I’ll get his ID if he’s got one on him.”
He rocked the stiffening body enough to extract the wallet.
“It appears to be Kent P. Rossiter of 887 CR 603 Shannon County.”
“That’s the boy that was reported missing after the prom. Is the girl with him?”
“Girl? No. There’s no one else here.”
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