at me like I’m crazy!”
“ A ghost shot you? Is that where you are going with this?”
“ Jesus. Right there, that is why. Never mind.”
“ Come on. What happened?”
She glared at him.
“I found a plane crash, but it was old, the type of plane you’d see in a history book.”
Paul ’s face wasn’t any more convinced.
“ Ah.”
“ I have proof. I found a rucksack with the wreckage, it had a journal and a photo in it. And an old compass.”
He nodded his head in fake belief. This was pointless. She wasn ’t going to tell ANYONE else about her discovery. She would have to figure it out on her own. The few small quips she’d told Paul were the believable aspects of her nightmare and apparently it all was still mind-boggling.
“ Ghosts from a plane crash shot you?” Paul tried to fill in the gaps.
“ I’m tired. Go home, get some sleep. You look like shit. I’m not going anywhere.”
“ Come on Chance, talk to me. I don’t mean to be skeptical, but ghosts and a plane crash?”
“ The more I think about it, the more I know it had to be a dream. I’d lost a lot of blood and the warden said I was delusional.” The warden said no such thing . “What happened is two poachers shot me. Then I went through hell trying to hike down from that fucking ridge. That’s it.”
“ I don’t believe you.”
And you wouldn’t believe the truth either . She thought.
She rolled onto her back and pulled the blanket up to her neck. If she pretended to sleep, maybe he would get the hint.
“Okay, I’ll drop it. But, you need to tell the warden who comes here the truth. Whatever the truth is, so they can catch who did this to you.”
“ Mhmm.” Yeah, when hell freezes over .
“ I’ll be back this afternoon.” He kissed her hand and left the room.
Sergeant Kerr showed up in the early morning after he ’d signed on duty. She gave him a story she’d rehearsed, the same basic story she told Tuck, minus any mention of a plane. Bare basics. The shooting she described to a tee, the remainder wasn’t important. When asked why she wandered off the trail, she explained she’d simply gotten lost.
*****
THUD, THUD, THUD
“ Tuck, hello, Tuckkkkkkkk!” An annoying voice muffled through the door and woke him. “Sexy bitch, wake up!” He stumbled off the couch to the front door.
“ What?” Tuck opened the door, the cool air greeting him. Damn, he should have grabbed some clothes before he opened the door wearing only his black boxer briefs.
“ Nice abs.” Ryan winked at him.
“ Ryan, what the hell?”
“ Nicccce ass, that’s looking pretty tight too. What’s your secret?”
To use police descriptions, Tuck was 6’02, 190, and had black hair and green eyes. A model he was not, at least in his eyes. Some women would disagree. His co-workers, especially Ryan, ribbed him for his pretty boy looks.
“ Although, I’m guessing you’re a little cold.” Ryan’s eyes wandered south.
Tuck groaned. “ You are the most annoying prick I know. Go away, now, or I am going to pistol whip your ass.”
“ Is that a promise? You know I like it rough, whip me pretty boy!”
“ Leave.” Tuck was no longer joking. Ryan smiled.
“ Answer your cell phone and you won’t have my ass doing a wellbeing check on you.” Ryan was a smartass to the core. He was the most inappropriate employee on the roster and had any of the guys pushed it, would have been fired for sexual harassment. On the job he was professional and courteous. Otherwise, he was Ryan. The only splash of diversity among a group of white men and a handful of tough as nails women.
“ I’m fine. Check completed.” He pushed the door and walked back toward the couch. Ryan’s foot prevented the door from closing. He followed on Tuck’s heels. Tuck collapsed on the couch. His head throbbed.
“ How are you