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After struggling so with Chapter 20, I was beginning to worry. I am starting to get vibes of some things that will make that miserable chapter more interesting and will widen the suspect pool and build some suspense. I'm sure it's redeemable.
Meanwhile, I'm sailing ahead again.
Here's an excerpt from Chapter 21:
“Leave the dog home,” Milford ordered.You can buy book 1, News from Dead Mule Swamp, for only 99¢ at Smashwords, or Amazon
I didn’t argue, but took Paddy inside and shut him in his kennel. “Sorry, boy,” I said. “The detective isn’t a dog lover.”
The three of us hiked back to the river once again. I pointed out the lack of unusual tracks on the path we followed, and then how they covered the bare dirt at the roped-off area. Milford grunted, and the technician went to work, pulling out equipment to take casts.
“Where’s that cigarette?” Milford asked.
“This way,” I said, and led the way upstream along the river bank. We found the butt with no problem. It was lying in the mud, and didn’t seem to have been disturbed since I had put it out. The detective pulled out a small camera, snapped several photos, and scooped the cigarette up in an evidence bag.