Over Her Dead Body by Bradley Bigato Read Free Book Online Page B

him. He could see the car behind his truck. It looked like his truck anyway. He had no idea how it got there though. He had no memory of driving or being driven. This was weird. Something wasn’t right.
    “You need to step toward the back of my car and around to the driver side.” The sheriff said as he walked. He still had a flashlight in one hand and his gun in the other. He wasn’t taking any chances.
    Michael walked up to the sheriff’s car and rounded the back side. He was really cold and th e pavement was burning his feet as he stepped onto it.
    “Put both hands behind your back and lean forward onto the trunk please.” The sheriff said.
    Michael turned around with his hands still in the air. “Am I under arrest officer?”
    “Until I can determine whether or not you are intoxicated and why you are in the woods at night without your clothes…yep, I would say it’s safe to say that you are under arrest. I’ll read you your Miranda rights later. Right now just do as I asked.”
    Michael put his hands behind his back and leaned forward onto the trunk. He had never been arrested before. This might be kind of funny if he actually had any idea about how he got here. But as it were, he was cold, in pain, confused, and now humiliated. How much worse could it get? He could only think of one way… Please be ok April . “I need to call my wife.” Michael said as the sheriff put the cuffs on his hands. The me t al ground into Michael’s wrists and he gritted his teeth as they bit into his skin.
    “I’m sure you do.” The sheriff turned, pulled Michael back and turned him around. “As soon as we’re done here I’ll drive you up there and we can check on her together and she can follow us down to the station.”
    “Down to the station? On what charge?”
    “I guess that depends on what this breathalyzer has to tell me.” The sheriff said. “Now open your mouth.” The sheriff produced a package from his pocket and began to tear off the plastic.
    “I told you O fficer, I haven’t been drinking. I just need to call my wife and make sure she’s ok.”
    “Why wouldn’t she be?” The sheriff hesitated with the test.
    “Well, I don’t exactly remember getting here. What if I was hit over the head and dr agged out here?” Michael retorted. He felt harassed.
    “Well, that wouldn’t exactly give you cause to go acting all stupid digging in the dirt now would it?” The sheriff asked.
    Michael couldn’t disagree with him and just shut up and opened his mouth. The officer put a small plastic device in and said “now I need you to inhale as deep as you can and blow out as long as you can until all the air is out of your lungs. You need to blow hard. If you don’t do it right, we can go on down to the station right now and I’ll tell them you refused the test. Got it?”
    Michael nodded and inhaled a deep breath and blew as hard as he could. He felt light headed and thought for a moment he was going to faint. Shit I’m so freaking cold . He thought. He started shivering a little and his teeth began to chatter.
    Sheriff Watley shined the flashlight onto the breathalyzer. He couldn’t believe it. It was a good blow and nothing. Not one percent of alcohol. That worried him. He began to worry about the wife. This is not going to be good at all . He thought. “Get in the car.” He said as he opened the door and pushed down on Michael’s head and into the back seat. He slammed the door behind him and got into the front.
    Michael was glad to be off the concrete and away from the cold wind. It was still cold in the car though and he was getting increasingly worried about April.
    Sheriff Watley got on the radio and reported what had happened. “You mean naked digging in the dirt?” Leah said across the radio.
    “Not naked. He had his underwear and a t-shirt on.” The sheriff said shaking his head.
    “Does he do landscaping? I’ve got a patch that’s overgrown that’s just begging for a man to come crawl