Last Minute Orders

Bart was about to head back to where he was staying when his boss called him into his office. He hated to call him the chief, because he really wasn’t much more than a cop like everyone else in the station.

“Yeah, what’s up, Bill?” Bart stood at the door to his boss’ office. The place smelt like a sour, old gym sock. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at it.

“You need to go first thing to get an update about how the rangers are doing with looking for those campers. This is getting ridiculous. People will stop camping if they don’t find out what’s happening to them. Take the other new guy with you and get him acquainted with the rangers.” Bill didn’t get it around here that Bart was sure of. No wonder they left him in the dark about who and what really lived in this area. Bart expected Bill would go off the deep end and start hurting the more unique residents of the area if he ever learned of them.

“Sure, sure. I’ll make it in after lunch then. Ha