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The passenger door of the truck swung open, and a stocky dark-haired man stepped down from the cab. Cooperman directed the beam of light toward him. “I’m Officer Bert Cooperman, Charles Town Police. ” The man nodded, approaching with a cell phone in hand. It was just as the Mole said. “Yes, Officer, I just made the call. Damn, you gave us a start getting here so quick and all. ” The man spoke with a distinct West Virginia accent. He sounded winded. “I picked up the call on the scanner. ” The man pointed toward a thicket of Scotch broom that looked to have partly swallowed a black Lexus.
Try as he might, he couldn’t set the hook, and he sensed he was about to lose whatever played at the end of his line. It wasn’t dispatch. Kay was on duty, and no red-blooded American with a pecker would confuse Kay’s come-hither West Virginia drawl with the man’s voice that Cooperman’s scanner was intermittently picking up. It could be park police; the switchback road, nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, bordered the edge of the Black Bear National Park, which was within the park police’s jurisdiction, but the dial wasn’t close to the park police’s frequency.
Finding a man dying of a gunshot wound would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. That’s not good enough. “I know, goddamn it. ” What the hell did the man say? Think! What did your tired-ass mind hear, Coop? “I’m thinking. ” But he wasn’t. He couldn’t. His mind was going over all the ways he’d screwed up, and the inevitable confrontation with J. Rayburn Franklin, Charles Town’s chief of police. He’d be on graveyard forever, doomed to roam the night like a damned vampire. Fire road. Cooperman sat up.