Hello. Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Around here, May is a confused ar April was, so we’re all praying for consistancy. This week, the Tuesday Tales’s authors are crafting scenes around the word prompt BIRTH. I’m coninuing with my cozy mystery, The Case of the Missing Prince. Enjoy!
I swallowed. “But he wouldn’t bother with an injured man or a corpse, would he?”
The idea of Leo meeting the giant grizzly had the burger in my stomach revolting.
“Ms. Chambers, survival of the fittest is a way of life especially in the animal kingdom. Sooner or later, everyone becomes part of the food chain. Grizzly bears are opportunistic carrion eaters. Food is food, and if it isn’t going to fight back, so much the better. They’ll eat road kill, winter kill, calves that don’t survive after birth, and whatever the wolves take down and leave behind, especially in spring when they’re hungry and the crop of berries is sparce. Hell, male grizzlys will eat their own cubs without even thinking twice about it, seeing them only as food and nothing else. To the Boss, a human corpse would just be another free meal. If your man wandered out there and died, the animals could’ve scattered his bones over almost seven thousand square kilometers. The odds of finding him wouldn’t be good.”
Perhaps some hiker will come across a bone or two, and DNA can verify it as belonging to Leo. The man is dead. Leave him in peace.
Zandro’s words flashed through my mind. Had he known the size of the park? As an environmental toxicologist, he could be aware of animal habitat as well as diet. Could he have known about the Boss?
Once again, I regretted consuming that large burger for lunch. I had to hope that Leo hadn’t met the Boss or any of the other predators Hank had mentioned.
He signaled and turned into a large paved lot. The Buffalo Spring Convalescent Home was in a rural setting although it was still within the city limits. The three-story modern, red brick building featured many large windows, so there would be lots of natural light. There were several trees decorating the front of the building, all of them dressed in gold at the moment, heralding the arrival of autumn, and someone had placed giant flower pots filled with multicolored mums to add a little festive color to the place. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected when I’d heard Buffalo Springs Convalescent Home, maybe something along the lines of a refurbished mental hospital or one of the buildings that had once been a school, but this place looked friendly and inviting.
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