Tuesday Tales: From the Word MASSIVE

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales and another scene from And Justice for All. Our word prompt is MASSIVE. Please remember that while the story may mirror current events, it is fictitious and a product of my imagination. Enjoy.

“I understand, Sergeant, but it’s critical that I see the crime scene as is. I can’t afford to have any of it contaminated. We’re almost there.”

“We’ll be ready to go as soon as you arrive.”

He ended the call and turned to Maggie.

“I can’t shake the feeling that our killer for hire has struck again. I’m damn sure we’re about to see victims ten and eleven.”

She nodded. “More dead female officers. So, is he a misogynist, or would any team of officers have done the trick? A lot of blood? That means they were shot or stabbed. How could two drunk jet skiers overpower them? Weren’t they armed?”

“They should’ve been, but we’ll have to wait until we see the boat to figure out what happened.”

As soon as the sign for the Rockport exit came into view, Harry turned off the lights and siren, slowed the car, and put on his left turn signal. The OPP cruiser was waiting for them at the top of the road, just before the church. Harry slowed the car and stopped beside them.

One of the officers got out of the patrol car and came over to them. Harry lowered the window.

“Inspector Collins, I’m Officer Grant. Sergeant Daniels and the others are waiting for you at Cornwall’s. If you’ll follow me.”

“Lead the way, Officer Grant.”

The man returned to his squad car and as soon as he closed the door, the vehicle moved onto the road. Harry followed, more than a little concerned about Maggie and what they would see. Had putting her on the task force been a mistake? Would seeing the murdered women remind her of her shooting and her vulnerability?

The village of Rockport was considered the gateway to the Thousand Islands and welcomed massive numbers of tourists each year. In addition to the tour boats that took people sightseeing through the islands, there was a motel, a restaurant, and an outdoor tiki bar for the pleasure of visitors. As well, the marina catered to boaters from both sides of the border.

He followed the squad car into the parking lot and parked. Fat raindrops plopped onto the windshield.

“I’ve got raingear in the trunk, a couple of hooded ponchos that should be okay for you. Wait here.”

Harry hurried around to the trunk and came back carrying not only the ponchos but the vests.

“Do you really think we need those?” She indicated the vests.

“I do. From now on, we go nowhere without them. Is that clear?”

She scowled. “Crystal.”

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