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his
head.
    “I’m damn curious about what’s
going on here,” he admitted.
    BJ looked around the woods and
couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. She was missing
something. There was also that strange tingling she usually got when she knew
she was being watched.
    “I’ll explain everything when we
get to the station,” BJ assured him as she took more pictures of the scene.
    “Ain’t you got enough pictures
already?” Buford asked, sounding a little exasperated.
    “He just calmly killed a man in
cold blood, I’m not letting him get off on a technicality. I’ll have a family
to answer to when we figure out who this guy was,” BJ told him as she snapped a
few more pictures.
    “Where’s the body?” Buford asked in
confusion as he looked around the area.
    BJ nodded to the evidence
collection bags stacked near her forensics kit.
    “In there.”
    Buford looked at the bags and
noticed the gray dust taking up several clear bags.
    “You telling me he cremated the
damn body? Out here?” Buford asked incredulously as he pulled off his hat and
scratched at his balding head.
    “That’s exactly what he did,
Buford. I watched it with my own eyes, or I’d never believe it myself,” BJ
admitted.
    Buford scratched his head again
before putting his hat back on.
    “Well, girl, you seen what you
seen. Let’s get him into town. This place is giving me the willies right now.
My Mary dropped a knife this morning and the darn thing stuck right into the
floor, but I had no idea we’d be seeing this kind of unexpected visitor,”
Buford said.
    BJ shook her head and grinned at
Buford’s mention of one of the more popular superstitions. If you dropped a
knife, and the point embedded in the floor or ground where you dropped it, then
an unexpected visitor would arrive. Similarly, if you dropped a fork, a woman
would come to your door. A spoon was an indication a gentleman would arrive. 
    BJ knew that it was ancient
superstitions and folklore that the people had brought to the area hundreds of
years ago, but it still made her smile that it was still believed and practiced
in those parts.
    The unique and varied cultures that
had contributed to what the Ozark region was today made it one of the most
diverse and underrated cultures in the US. It was also one of the most mocked,
but BJ loved it, and strange murders aside, she was still glad she was back
home.

 
    Chapter Two
     
    Niklosi silently fumed as he tried
to wake up his beast to no avail. The Taser had effectively shut down Targe,
and Nik had no idea how to wake him back up—which left him seething in the back
of the old car and still wondering why the hell Traze and Decano had done
nothing to get him out of this.
    The cop had spent an hour carefully
collecting evidence, and instead of knocking her unconscious and helping him
escape, they were nowhere to be found. Nik had considered and discarded a dozen
different ways of escaping on his own, but all the scenarios he came up with
entailed either he or the female being gravely injured, and harming her wasn’t
an option.
    He groaned and shook his head when
he saw the headlights coming up from behind and saw an old man get out of the
most ancient vehicle Nik had ever seen and make his way to the car.
    Niklosi kept his face averted as
the man’s dull eyes studied him for a moment before he spoke to the cop about
the evidence she was collecting.
    He watched as the cop and Buford
headed towards the car. Buford gave him a curious look as he passed and helped
the cop put the black cases and evidence bags into her trunk before he got into
his truck.
    BJ slammed the trunk shut and
looked around the area again before opening the driver’s door and sliding into
the front seat.
    Nik was just stunned that Traze and
Decano had let it get this far.
    I’m going to kill them both , he
thought as he eyes clashed with the cops in the rear view mirror.
    “We got about an hour drive to
town,” BJ told him as she looked