Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
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t h e b r o g u e<br />
“Can’t quote me on it yet, but yup. Traces of accelerant found...” The<br />
talk got more technical and Danny found his tired eyes and attention wandering<br />
off into the shadowy pine depths behind the house. “...ignited stored<br />
camp stove fuel...flashover occurred...”<br />
“You didn’t find any human remains did you?” Danny interrupted. Cliff<br />
sighed.<br />
“None. It was a fairly sloppy job. If it weren’t for those fuel cans, it<br />
wouldn’t have burned so—sorry, hang on.” He stepped away to answer his<br />
phone. Danny walked slowly through the scene towards the pines that had<br />
captivated him, perhaps lured in his sleep-deprived state to their hallowed<br />
and silent dark. In retrospect, he could never explain the meeting that followed,<br />
and so he never tried.<br />
“Hello. Sheriff Shelton?” Bob Abies looked just like he did on the<br />
poster. Just like he always had looked, except maybe even more gaunt and<br />
grizzled and old. His pack was still on his back as he leaned against a tree and<br />
watched the forensics team picking over the debris that was once his home.<br />
It was dim and his eyes and teeth shone white as he watched Danny expectantly.<br />
Danny’s hand slipped instinctively to his holster.<br />
“I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”<br />
Bob Abies folded his arms slowly, and spoke slowly, with an almost<br />
serene calmness.<br />
“I prefer to talk here.”<br />
$ $ $<br />
He remembered the first time she had found him. Two Junes ago, she<br />
had surprised him; she was six then and had run away for the first time. It<br />
was evening and Bob painted after dinner. That night he worked on his<br />
Quileute alphabet series: b for bá-yak, raven, d for duskiya, the kelp-haired<br />
child-snatcher. Something was whimpering in the backyard, no animal that<br />
Bob Abies had ever heard before. He set his brush down and peered outside,<br />
shocked to see a small girl sitting by his woodpile, bawling. Bob observed her<br />
for a moment: her brown curls were matted, and her arms were covered in<br />
bruises and were scratched by the nettles that grew in abundance behind his<br />
house. He wondered when someone would come for her. He wondered how<br />
she had gotten this far out into the woods—it was a long way from his house<br />
to the next. It soon became evident that she was alone. Bob stepped outside,<br />
moving slowly, as if he were approaching a wounded animal.<br />
“Hello?” His voice seemed odd and out of place in the forest, he never<br />
spoke to himself and thus hadn’t spoken in weeks. Carin started, terrified.<br />
“Hello, it’s ok, easy there,” he murmured as she began to cry again,<br />
scooting off the chopping block and edging to the woods. “Easy now, it’s<br />
okay. Are you lost?”<br />
She nodded, shivering in her summer outfit.<br />
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