Brittle brown winter grass crunched beneath the Captain’s booted feet as he stepped from the cruiser and cast a skeptical eye over the scene.
“Sir,” a young man called from down the incline .
The captain cut in. “Why detective, am I in the middle of nowhere?”
“It’s Sarah. She’s gone.”
“Oh come on. She does this sort of thing.”
“Not like this. She would never leave her camera,” he replied exasperated. “And besides that, the photos.”
“Photos?” the captain questioned. “Was she Squatching again?”
The detective slowly shook his head. “Yeah, and she may have had some luck this time.”
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