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Eli Carter

The Carwright Falls Sheriff

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a character in “Cartwright Falls A Psychological Horror Story”, as played by Bosch

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The Sherriff’s Department of Cartwright Falls

Description

Age- 33

Appearance- He keeps himself in pretty good shape thanks to his interests in Hunting and Fishing. His uniform is normally quite neat but he never wears tie as he feels the clip on ones given to law enforcement officers are uncomfortable and look slovenly. A car accident a few years ago makes his knee ache in the winter and he walks with a slight limp.

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Bio- Eli has lived in Cartwright his entire life and in a lot of ways fits the country boy stereotype. He likes football, country music and hunting however there is more to him as Eli has always believed in doing the right thing which is ultimately what drove him to join the Sheriff’s department.
In School Eli was popular but not the brightest as his interests lay on the football field but a car crash cost him his opportunity to play at a collegiate level as well as his girlfriend. After a few years of languishing in self-pity he joined the Sheriff’s department as deputy aged 21 and has remained there ever since. He got the Sheriff role after his predecessor died of a heart attack and he was the only one who wanted the extra work and responsibility.
He is popular with most people around town as he conducts his role with discretion often using his better judgement than landing someone in a cell. Of course his patience has a limit and he is not scared to get involved in the rough and tumble when a group of Truckers decide to start a fight at Choppers.
Romantically he has been involved with a few women around town but has yet to settle down. Most people believe this because his High school sweetheart died in a car accident while he had been driving. The event scarred Eli as felt responsible for her death.

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Skills- He is a skilled marksman thanks to his interest in hunting and also knows the local area very well. He knows basic CPR and first aid but nothing too fancy. His philosophy on policing is a smack to the head will do more than a month in the cell which makes him pretty handy with his fists. While this works well with drunks and fist fights he’s woefully under equipped to deal with “The Woods Murderer”.

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Mental State- Events have affected him deeply, in particular the autopsy of Julian Bishop. He’s feeling quite powerless to catch the killer and is quite glad the FBI is on the way. He feels a heavy burden of guilt because it happened on his watch and that is making his mental state a little shakier than it should be. The case is bringing up memories of his High school girlfriend’s death.

Equipment

The Sheriff’s Department has a fleet of Ford Broncos which they use day in day out. He also carries a radio but thanks to the local geography it’s not always reliable. He also has a Smith and Wesson Model 10 as his sidearm as it is with the rest of the Department. His Bronco has a Remington 760 rifle and a Remington 870 shotgun on the rack.

So begins...

Eli Carter's Story

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The light was humming slightly above the Autopsy table that now supported Julian Bishop. The room was cold but that’s not what was making Eli Carter shiver. He was thinking of another time long ago when he stood in this room looking at another dead teenager. Both times he felt guilt well up inside him.

“Sherriff I’m going to need you to be a witness here and pass me a couple of things if I need them.” Said Doctor Lawson, the elderly physician.

Eli nodded. The boy’s mother was the local nurse and there was no way she could be expected to help with the autopsy.

“Ok Sheriff, I’m turning on the recorder now, please don’t speak unless absolutely necessary.”

“No worries.”

The doctor reached over, turned on a recorder and the sound of the cassette rolling joined the humming light.

“In front of me I have Julian Bishop aged sixteen years. He is physically strong and exhibits no pre-existing physical abnormalities. However he sustained massive trauma which has ultimately led to his death.”

The doctor produced a camera and began taking photos of Julian’s head.

“The head is remarkably intact when compared to the rest of the body. The only missing elements are the eyelids, lips and tongue. Scarring on the eyes suggests that they have been exposed for some time.”

Eli found it hard to look at the boy’s face, his mind was already racing as to what the killer had wanted him to see so badly they permanently stopped him from blinking.

“The rest of the body is a patchwork of symbols and letters that are carved directly into the boys flesh. No single cut seems deep enough to kill but the aggregate blood loss would be enough to kill someone. I recognise some of the Symbols such as an upside down cross stretching from the top of the sternum to the belly button as well as a couple of pentagrams on the back.”

The Doctor looked at Eli who just nodded.

“The boy was bound using ropes most likely made from blue polypropylene as I was able to find strands around his neck and ankles. His wrists are different. They were bond but the distinctive marks suggest hand cuffs might have been used.”

Again the Doctor looked at Eli but his expression seemed more questioning. Eli sighed deeply.

“Of course it could have been any type of metallic or plastic restraint. The boy was beaten but most of the wounds are defensive which suggests he was beaten only to subdue him not after he was restrained. Cause of death is massive blood loss which I believe happened around late on Monday 4th of November or early morning Tuesday the 5th.”

The doctor reached over and turned the recorder off.

“That’s about all I can tell you at the moment Sheriff. I still need to do the blood work and open up the stomach but I can send all that stuff over to you at the department. I just needed you as a witness.”

“That’s fine Doc. Anything that can help us find Karen.”

Eli turned and picked up his hat.

“Do you think you’ll find her?”

“Oh I’ll find her.”

He didn’t say which bit of her he expected to find to but by now he had little hope Karen Fellows was alive.

Eli left the autopsy and took the flight of stairs up to the lobby. He stepped out into the cold sunlight and walked toward the Bronco. The FBI would be arriving soon and he had to get back to the Department.

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"Another morning in paradise" Tiffany said sarcastically as she stood in front of her curtain-less floor length window and ran her fingers through her messy hair - all while wearing nothing but an over-sized Marines T-shirt that hit a few inches above mid-thigh.

Her apartment was on the third floor of the "The Observer" - the towns old newspaper - building. It once belonged to the original owner of the paper, but was offered to her at a discount when she was hired. Tiff of course jumped on the opportunity to not only have her own space but to be away from her mother, and even though the space was a bit small and old, to her it was a castle.
However the view of the local Sheriffs office directly across the street was probably the one thing she could do without.


"We're back yall!!" a voice suddenly crackled out form her bedroom as her clock-radio struck 8:00am on the dot. "It's your favorite southern belle here on 94.7QDR - the best and most continuous country!"

Tiff would roll her eyes at the womans song selection an after a final quick glace down at the Sheriffs office she'd turn around and stroll into the kitchen.
As usual the coffee maker had JUST finished making a full pot so she was able to pour herself a nice hot cup of coffee before taking a seat at her small in-kitchen dinning room set - which sat pressed against another curtain-less floor-length window that stared out towards the main street in town.
A few short moments after doing so however, her rainbow-striped cordless phone began to ring.

"Tiff at your service." she answered after a brief sigh.
"Tiffy dear, i just got word that-" The smirking young woman would quickly cut her boss - Michael "Mike" Hemsworth - off, and put on quite the sarcastic tone. "Tiffy? I know not of this Tiffy broad you speak about. What does she look like?"
Mike sigh, "Stop with the jokes"
"Who's joking? Never knew anyone by the name of Tiffy in our little small town Michael but apparently you have, so enlighten me hun."

There would be a brief moment of silence between the two of them before the older man sighed and began again. "Fine, Tiffany, I just heard from an inside source that the body of Julian is going to be autopsied any moment now"
"Tiff would do, but you want pictures of autopsies now!?" her morbid sense of humor let out.
"No, don't be smart. Go talk to the Lawson, his secretary, or hell - his janitor. Just get us an inside scoop before them folks from the city do! Gosh damn city slickers and their -"
"Yeah okay Mike, sounds like a plan, call ya later."

Tiffany quickly hung up the phone, being in no mood to hear one of her bosses famous rants about how reporters from nearby cities want to steal all his stories. Instead she heard the shower calling her name, and after finishing her cup of coffee she'd head straight for the bathroom.






By 9:15am Tiff was dressed in a fitted pair of peach colored jeans, a white flowing tank, and black combat boots that reached a few inches above her ankles with a short black jacket over top, as she headed out her front door.

The walk to the coroners office took a little over fifteen minutes, and she'd fiddle with her high-up pony tail for a few seconds before walking in.


"Good morning, what can i......" the young woman behind the desk suddenly stopped, and the sweet expression on her face morphed into a more annoyed one. "......oh, it's you. I'm sorry, Dr. Lawson isn't giving out any details right now about the autopsy, and besides, he's busy talking with someone else at the moment, so you might as well leave."

Every bone inside her body wanted to cuss out the woman she recognized as an old high school classmate, but instead Tiff put on quite the smile.
"Well of course not, Lawson is a highly regarded physician who would never tell me such things - i'd expect nothing less. I do however want to ask him a few general questions, not directly related to the autopsy.....ya know, some things he'd be able to say on the record. So if you don't mind, hun, i'll wait out here in the lobby mmkay?"

Without waiting for a response Tiffany rolled her eyes a bit and sat down and began to wait. However her wait wouldn't be long at all, for 30 seconds or so after she sat down the girl behind the desks phone began to ring, an instead of answering it at the desk she'd stand up and walk several feet away with her back towards the lobby - a bad move. Within an instant Tiff popped up from her seat, and ran through a couple short halls, before reaching a small staircase that lead down to the Autopsy room.


"Oh lookie, Eli beat me here....go figure." she muttered as she dug through the camouflage messenger bag slung across her body and pulled out a notepad....but it would quickly be shoved back into her bag when the doctor began to speak and mentioned turning on a recorder. Tiff knew then she had just stumbled upon the actual start of the autopsy, an instead of walking away like any normal individual would of, she pulled out her own recorder, placed it up against the crack in the middle of the double doors, and pressed "Record".
She could only bare a few quick glances at the boy on the table via the two small round windows in the door, before turning away.

It would be nearly half an hour before the procedure came to a stop, and the two men began to talk again.


“Do you think you’ll find her?” Tiff heard the Doc. ask Eli. “Oh I’ll find her.” the Sherrif would respond, before heading towards the doors, which was Tiffs signal to shove the recorder in her bag, jog up the stairs, round a few corners, and then head out through one of the back doors to avoid the secretary at the front desk.


"Oh gees that was too close. I wonder if i got all that to come through on this old piece of junk though!" she whispered to herself while patting the recorder from the outside of her bag.

By the time Tiffany walked from around back she spotted Eli getting into his jeep and taking off in the direction of the Sherrifs station and her place of work/home.





Not too long later she was reviewing the recording at her kitchen table as she stared out the window at a fancy vehicle pulling up across the way.
She'd watch and wait to see who got out the car before pressing stop on her recorder. The audio quality was slightly grainy and far from her best capture, but it was good enough to be a reference for her article.....however she wasn't quite sure she wanted to use it as one.

"I know it would make for quite the epic article, i swear, but i guess it could also tip off the killer to just what the coroner and Sheriff have figured out already." she'd muttered to herself, before kicking her legs up onto the table and again staring out the window at the strange car. "And what if he's one of those killers who feed on media attention, and after he gets his fill of it, kills his victim......i could then be the cause of that girls-"
Tiff would stop herself before the worlds slipped out of her mouth, look up towards the ceiling, and sigh.


"Maybe i should just go pay my favorite little back-woods Sherrifs station a visit, see if they'll give me anything else i can use on my article.....preferably something a little less, i don't know, epic....." she'd muttered, before heading out her front door.

However five minutes later, instead of walking inside the Sherriffs office, Tiffany found herself in the ever-popular cafe directly next door to it ordering a pricey French-Vanilla Cappuccino.....a sweet craving she got every now and again.

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Carter parked the Bronco in his space in front of the Sheriff’s Department and glanced at the car he didn’t recognise parked to the left. At the top of the small set of stairs in front of the Department stood a man in a suit without a tie who Eli could feel looking at him.

“Sheriff Carter, I presume?" The man began, "My name is Special Agent Simon Temple. I'm with the FBI. My partner and I are here on orders to investigate the recent case that happened here in town involving one Julian Bishop. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions."

“Pleased to meet you, Agent Temple. I’m Sheriff Elijah Carter but everybody calls me Eli. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you guys. I’ve set up a room for us in back. If you want to get you partner and meet me in the conference room.”

While the FBI agents made their way to the conference room Eli looked for one of his Deputies but most where still out with the search parties. He noticed the back of Hayden’s brunette head which was buried in some paper work but he guessed she wasn’t really reading the page in front of her. It was no secret Hayden wanted to get out of Cartwright Falls and a couple of time she’d expressed interest in the FBI.

“Hayden I need you in the conference room. You’re gonna be babysitting one of these suits.”

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Once everyone had found a seat after getting a cup of coffee and a donut from the buffet Justine the receptionist had left out Eli grabbed a long ruler and started pointing to a collection a photos, maps and documents pinned to a board in the front of the room.

“Uh… Morning everybody. Sorry I wasn’t here to welcome our guests but I was at the Preliminary autopsy of Julian Bishop. We’re still waiting on Toxi… Toxiacal… the uh… science stuff.”

He cleared his throat and pointed the ruler to the map.

“We found the body here, and have search groups in these areas. To be honest given how far away Julian was found it’s unlikely they’ll turn anything up. Gives the locals a purpose though, you know stop ‘em worrying.”

He swallowed hard and continued.

“The autopsy was the damnedest thing. Bastard cut up the boy pretty bad.”

Eli reached over and pressed the intercom button.

“Justine could you bring those files from the Doc.”

“Yes Sheriff.”

Justine entered seconds later with multiple copies of the transcript from Doctor Lawson’s preliminary autopsy. As she handed Agent Barton his file she smiled faintly.

“That’s fine Justine.” Eli said gently knowing the old woman had taken a shine to out of towners before. Last thing he needed was the FBI picking up a stalker in their first hour. She was harmless enough just a little screwy.

After they had read the report Eli introduced Hayden.

“I was thinking we should split up to cover more ground, one Agent and one Sheriff. Most of my people are out on the search teams but the tired looking one there is Deputy Hayden Montgomery, she’s one of our brightest, even going to school to be a head shrinker. She can take one of you round town while I take the other.”


He finally set the ruler down and took a swig of his coffee.

“Now the way I see it we need to conduct more interviews with family and friends. Maybe you guys can shake something loose. We need to learn more about those markings on Julian and wait for the rest of the autopsy. There’s also a bar called Choppers that’s popular with Truckers I’ve been going up there most nights and asking the freight jockeys if they saw anything. So far no cigar but I’ll keep trying.”

Eli sat in his seat and took another swig of coffee.

“Whadda you guys think?”

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Tiff had every intention of sitting in the cafe as she sipped down her Cappuccino, however when Eli pulled up and made his way over towards one of the men she had seen exiting the unfamiliar car earlier, the amateur P.I. bug inside of her began to squirm, and she couldn't help but quietly slip through the front door and take a seat on a bench underneath the cafe's front window - where she could JUST hear the conversation between the two men;

"Sheriff Carter, I presume?" the stranger began "My name is Special Agent Simon Temple. I'm with the FBI. My partner and I are here on orders to investigate the recent case that happened here in town involving one Julian Bishop. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions."


The two wouldn't stay outside for much longer before Eli made mention of a conference room and the two would walk inside the Sheriffs office.
Tiffany, not quite keen on snooping on Carters territory, cussed under her breath and quickly downed the rest of her drink, before leaving the empty cup on the bench and sulking over towards the Sheriff stations front door to peek through its windows.

"That must be the other fed..." she muttered to herself, as she watched the three men and a young woman she recognized as Hayden Montgomery - one of the many deputies she has bugged over the last few years - all walk to a room in the back.
On a normal day this would be were she'd cut ties, and refuse to snoop any further. However, since most the other deputies where out in the field helping with the search parties, she felt a lot more at ease with the idea of QUICKLY snooping inside the big-house, and after fiddling with her hair for a few brief seconds, Tiff opened the door and went inside.



"Tiffany dear, how are you this morning!??" the older secretary asked with a warm welcoming smile.
Justine was one of the few people in town who actually gave Tiff the benefit of the doubt, and was happy to see her turn her life around.
"Oh, hey Justine, i'm um, totally fine. Just a little chilly but what else is new!?"
She knew she might as well turn around after smiling towards the old woman, because there was no way she could snoop effectively now. Whether she was caught or not she'd feel guilty for essentially "letting a sweet old lady down". So instead of being sneaky, she tried simply being blunt;
"So Justine, any tidbits you can tell me about those two fedarales in there? I mean, i'm dying here for something good!"

The woman just smiled and shook her head - something Tiff completely expected.
"Sorry hunny, even if i wanted to tell ya it all i don't know much, they just arrived...."
Tiffany sighed softly before pushing herself up and sitting on the counter-top, something most of the deputies hated but Justine didn't mind. The two would engage in idle chit-chat for a short while before Elis voice crackled through on the intercom system.


Her ears would perk up at the mention of a file, and as Justine walked away from her with it she'd simply stare. However when the woman walked into the conference room Tiff couldn't resist the urge to hop down from the counter and jog over to the now partially open door. But before she could even hear anything Justine popped back outside it and the two nearly ran into one another.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry for running into you like that, you okay!?" the shocked woman would ask, and Tiff would shake her head "yes".
"I just wanted to um, see what was going on in there, ya know....my fault."
The secretary would roll her eyes playfully before grabbing Tiffs hand and attempting to pull her away. "Come on dear, there's nothing either one of us are aloud to hear in there."

Acting quick on her feet Tiffany pulled out her smaller notepad and slid it over towards the conference room door, which was now several feet away thanks to the secretary.
"Oh wait, hold up, i dropped my notepad!" she'd let out, before pulling her hand out of Justines grasp and walking over to retrieve her trusty pad. But instead of picking it up and leaving, Tiffany stayed knelt down on the ground - acting as if she was fiddling through the pages for something, but in reality she was trying to hear what was going on through the still cracked door.


She'd hear Eli mention a bar she was quite familiar with before Justine would whisper for her to "come on". After a deep sigh she'd begin to stand, but without thinking she'd go to use the door, which wasn't fully closed, as support....and stumbled inside the conference room - landing on one knee.

"Shit!" she thought, before swiping her ponytail out of her face and quickly hopping to her feet.
"So um, hey yall! Don't mind me, just um dropped my pad here out my bag and that's all, promise!" she'd ramble, before doing a quick little wave and then running out of the room - shutting the door behind her.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she muttered, as she walked past Justine and towards the front desk.
"Are you okay hun? That fall looked-"
"Oh it was nothing, trust me, i've had worse growing up. I hate to be short but im gonna get out of here hun, just um, thought of somewhere i should be!"
And with that the slightly flustered young woman would fly out the Sheriffs office and across the street into The Observers building.


"Oh hey look who it is, get anything good in those nice little hot pats!?" one of her fellow journalist - the ever piggish Joshua Potter - spat out with a cocky smile. Tiff would simply smile while flipping him off, as she made her way towards Mikes office in the back of the first floor.


"I already know that! I'm sick of hearing the same ol' shit about this-" her boss would suddenly break from yelling into his receiver when she walked in, and would end his call in a much more pleasant tone; "-let me call you back in five minutes okay?"


It wouldn't even take two minutes to go over what she had so far; a self-rundown of the recording, and the small tidbit she had heard from the conference. Tiff would purposely leave out a lot of what she heard on the tape - claiming it to not be as clear as she'd like it to be - since she knew it wouldn't be wise to post the entire report in the local paper, however she gave enough to pacify Mikes frustration - for now.

"Well, i expect a rough draft before i leave this afternoon. Would prefer you get something more juicy to throw in there before you submit it though. Perhaps head over to that bar you heard everyone's favorite sheriff mention? Of course be safe and all.....k?"
Michael wouldn't even wait for a response before picking up his phone again and dialing furiously.

"Yeah okay, sure, i'll be safe." TIff mumbled as she rolled her eyes and strolled out of the crammed office, knowing full well Mikes little safety comment was completely disingenuous, and he cared much more about her just getting him a decent story.








A few minutes and a brisk jog up a flight of stairs later Tiffany was back inside her apartment, and as soon as she hit her door she heard whines coming from inside her place.
"Oh no!" she said, before running inside and making her way towards her bedroom, where alone in the corner, all cooped up in her kennel, was her 5 month old German Sheppard/Rottweiler mixed puppy - Tequila....who she had forgotten to let out before she left.
"Oh im so sorry girl! I have no idea where my head was this morning! I've been a bad mommy haven't I!!"
But as any other puppy, Tequila didn't show any kind of ill-will, she was just happy to be free to act like her normal cheerful over-excited self.

Still feeling bad however, Tiff would sit on the floor and play with her puppy for nearly half an hour before filling up the pups food and water bowl and again leaving.



Unlike most, she was too broke to afford a car, so instead she'd pull her red & white vintage electric-bike outside the Observers front doors along side her, and make sure her messenger bag was tightly secured over her chest before hopping up on the seat and taking off for the edge of town - where Choppers sat on alone in an empty lot.

Going full speed, which on average is about thirty miles per hour, it took Tiff and her little bike 15 minutes to reach the bar.
As usual their were trucks parked in the back of the lot, and bikes parked up front, but seeing as how it was so early there were only a few - compared the usual numbers. Still, this wasn't the best place to write an article, but for some silly reason she was hoping as she wrote a nice addition to her article would just walk in and flop into her lap.





Inside she was able to find a table to herself in the corner, and hoped it was dark enough that the few folks inside would leave her be. However within a minute of her taking off her jacket and getting her notepad and other materials out a pair of bikers would take a seat at her table without even asking.

"Um, Morning boys....is there something i can do for you two?" she'd ask, doing her best to hide her annoyance under a nice tone and a semi-warm smile.
"Well little lady wanna get up there on that bar and do a little dance? That's something you could definitely do for us that we'd be sure to like, right man!?"
The two would share laugh as Tiffany rolled her eyes and began to write despite the two, after muttering out; "You wish"

She knew she was in for a long afternoon in such a place, but she couldn't shake the feeling she might get a lead, so smug comments and utterly rude advances aside, she was gonna sit right there as she wrote her article - despite how much she might wanna leave.
"I refuse to settle on another boring article about search parties! That's something all the state papers are doing. I want something more, something meaningful, and perhaps i'll get it here." Tiff would think to herself as she wrote. "If not, there was always the family of the boy.......i could try to visit them tonight! Sure, they don't appear to be talking much to the state press, but perhaps they'd give a fellow small town girl the time of day...."

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“Pleased to meet you, Agent Temple. I’m Sheriff Elijah Carter but everybody calls me Eli. I can’t tell you how good it is to see you guys. I’ve set up a room for us in back. If you want to get you partner and meet me in the conference room.”

The former Green Beret spared a small smile, "Well, Eli, we tried to get here as soon as possible. Sorry it couldn't be sooner."

With that, he turned, and gave a small motion of the hand to Thomas to follow the Sheriff. He took up a position on the Sheriff's right flank until they had the conference room pointed out to him, and at that point he had headed there with Thomas. Stepping in to the conference room, he took up a position just down the wall from the door, leaning slightly against the wall as he waited. He and Thomas were left in the room to their own devices for all of a minute, tops, before the Sheriff had returned, and a young woman had entered behind him. Early 20s by the looks of her, dark hair, slim stature, and around -- 5'9? Her nameplate read "Montgomery" and he could only assume that she was one of his Deputies. They had both made themselves comfortable in the conference room and the Sheriff didn't waste much time in getting started, which was something that Simon appreciated. The secretary from the front desk had arrived with copies of the files and within moments all those in the room each had a copy of the coroner's report, as well as other important pieces of information about the investigation. Simon read along silently as Sheriff Carter had read through everything to them.

It was a bit -- gruesome.

To make matters worse, it brought back memories.

On the Mexican-American border, on those drug raids years back. They had been going after one of the local cartels in Mexico who had been smuggling their goods across the border. It had been in Phoenix, working with local police authorities and the FBI, and they had found out the location of one of the cartel's safe houses in that area. With FBI assets preventing communication in to our out of the safe-house, the surrounding area had been sectioned off by Arizona's finest, and an eight-man team of Green Berets with Simon acting as the senior NCO had gone in. Minimal enemy resistance, with only about fifteen members of the cartel in the place. They had tried to fight, of course, because they always did, but eight dead drug runners convinced the rest of them to surrender rather quickly. Questioning those that had surrendered had led them to an area of the safe house down in the basement where they were packing the drugs for transport. Simon had been the first man through the door in to that -- slaughterhouse. Bodies. They were planning to use bodies to move the drugs. Young, old, women, or children. None of that seemed to really matter to them. Cut open, stuffed with coke, and sewn back up. There had been blood everywhere, bodies lying about stuffed with narcotics. For whatever reason, Simon found his mind drifting back to that sick place was he looked at the coroner's photographs.

Who would want to do this to somebody? A kid, no less?

What kind of messed up freak were they dealing with?

His thoughts were interrupted, rather rudely, as his ears picked up on something. Noises, faint, from just beyond the door. Possibly female, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. As the closest person to the door, he doubted that anybody else -- and then she had come through. Simon's reaction was remarkably sober as the young woman had come barreling through the door. He didn't even say anything as he watched her hurriedly explain herself . . . and then leave. Then, with that mess taken care of, he heard Sheriff Carter's plan. With it, he looked to Thomas.

"Well, Barton. What do you think? Deputy Montgomery and I can look around town, while Sheriff Carter and you go to that truck stop. Or do you have another idea?"

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Barton had kept quiet during the information dump, preferring at this point to observe. He had worked with local law enforcement before, and by and large they did good jobs without undue intervention. Barton could tell when coaxing was necessary to get the full story, and this was not one of those times. He took the autopsy file when it was offered, and read it silently. Sheriff Carter wasn't kidding about the details. They reminded Barton of an older case, one of a torture-murderer called the Shrike, who gradually disassembled his victims after propping them up someplace. They had never found some of the bodies, so keenly had he taken them apart and hidden them. The final death toll had to be estimated from those who had disappeared, and had exceeded 30 killings over five years.

That itself brought Barton back to his latest case. He shuddered briefly at the highly unpleasant memory, before realizing that Deacon was addressing him. He had been listening in the back of his mind to the Sheriff, enough to know that he would be going with the Sheriff to "Chopper's," a trucker bar. He hadn't been to a place like that for an investigation in a year or two. "That sounds workable," he responded smoothly, shoving the memory of his last case to his subconscious. "I haven't done that sort of thing in a while. Be a good change of pace," he continued. "Should we get on our way, Sheriff?"

A moment later, he realized that he never had introduced himself to this group. "Incidentally, I'm Agent Thomas Barton," he muttered, almost as an afterthought.

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The young woman was rather startled when she heard Eli call to her. “Hayden I need you in the conference room. You’re gonna be babysitting one of these suits.” Hayden's face broke out into a rather large grin as she made her way into the conference room.

She listened intently as the Sheriff relayed the information that the coroner had told him. Hayden found herself thinking about how disturbing the amount of torture that Julian must have gone through. The words 'sadist' popped into her mind as she read over her copy of the report. Still, from a psychological point of view, there wasn't much to go on. The killing could have been personal, exclusive to the couple, or it could be that beginnings of a serial kill. All were too soon to tell at the moment.

“I was thinking we should split up to cover more ground, one Agent and one Sheriff. Most of my people are out on the search teams but the tired looking one there is Deputy Hayden Montgomery, she’s one of our brightest, even going to school to be a head shrinker. She can take one of you round town while I take the other.” The young woman sheepishly smiled at the compliment, it was nice to hear every once in a while. She had to shake her head slightly at Eli's use of the term 'head shrinker' though.

Hayden sat quietly for a second as the two agents talked about how'd they be splitting up. Once it seemed like the two were finished, she stood and made her way over to Agent Temple. "Nice to meet you Agent," She said, sticking out her hand in greeting. "Name's Hayden Montgomery." Sure the initial introduction by Eli had been made, but Hayden felt it was rude to not properly introduce herself. "Any place in particular you'd like to see first?"

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Connor parked his cruiser in his designated parking spot in front of the Sheriffs department. Looking out the window, he raised an eyebrow, spotting Eli and Hayden's vehicles as well as one he didn't recognize. He stepped out of the vehicle, but continued to stare at the car as he made his way to the glass doors in the front, opening the door and stepping into the slightly warmer lobby, then after punching in his identification number on another door so that it would unlock, he made his way to the squad room in the back.

Upon entering the room, he heard Eli speaking to someone in the adjacent conference room, so after setting his uniform jacket in a chair, he moved to the Conference room door and knocked on it lightly before entering. The first thing he noticed were two men, one, obviously the member of some Agency from his apparel choice and the way he carried himself was speaking ti the sheriff, the other was talking to Hayden in another area of the room.
Eli and the sharply dressed man looked towards the door as Connor entered.
"The search party has been called off for tonight, Sheriff", Connor said. "Anything else you need me to do?".
Eli looked at Barton and the Deputy.
"Actually yes. This is Agent Barton from the FBI. He and his partner", Eli gestured over to the man who was standing with Hayden, "have taken over the investigation, and we're to help them with whatever we can. I need you to take Agent Barton down to Choppers and help him while I take care of some other things".
"Understood", Connor replied, then turned to the FBI agent.
"A pleasure to meet you, Sir." Connor said, the "sir" being something he still hadn't shaken off from his time in the Marines, as well as the way he stood at attention as he lifted his hand to Barton in invitation of a handshake. "I'm Deputy Connor Adams".

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While the two teams got to know each other Eli collected his notes and prepared to leave. He finally addressed the room one last time.

“Right guys keep me, and each other, posted with what’s happening checkins every couple of hours ok?”

He then made his goodbyes and offered to meet up with the teams later in the day.

Outside the conference room Eli made a beeline for his office where he dropped his notes on his desk. He glanced out of the window at the deeply wooded hills and thought about Karen Fellows, terrified and alone with whatever had mutilated Julian Bishop. A shudder ran down his spine and he quickly cleared the image from his mind.

“Someone walk on your grave Sheriff?”

Eli turned to see Justine standing in the doorway of his office.

“What?”

“You shuddered... It was something my mother used to say.”

Eli nodded, something about the saying had always bothered him so he changed the subject.

“I’m heading out to the Bishop place. I’m going to give Cassandra an update, tell her the FBI has arrived. Then I’ll swing by the Fellows.”

“Ok Sheriff I was just coming to see if you wanted a coffee.”

“Naw I’m jittery enough already.”

It was raining pretty heavily when Eli left the station and his knee was starting to ache. The snow would be falling pretty soon and Eli was glad the search teams were back. The woods could be unforgiving at this time of year. He remembered the story of the original settlers of Cartwright Falls who got caught out by the weather and started munching on each other when they eaten everything else. They said it was almost as bad as the Donner Party, people went insane and there were murders. Of course old spooky stories still circulated the town around Halloween that the town was cursed because of what the settlers had done to survive then inevitably someone would jump out of the bushes and everyone would have a good laugh. All towns had stories like that.

Eli was piloting the Bronco past Choppers when he saw Tiffany Swan sitting outside the bar obviously waiting out the rain. He liked Tiff and felt sorry that her Mom was lush but that wasn’t his problem, Tiff’s shoplifting was. He just hoped the Louis Lane stuck because he hated being a hardass with her.

The girl looked towards his Bronco and caught his eye. Eli gave her a I’m watching you gesture before driving off, always important to keep on top of repeat offenders.

Eli pulled up in front of the Bishop house, his knee was feeling tight so he popped a pain killer and swallowed it dry. He then got out of the Bronco and walked up the short path to the house. He rapped the door and waited for a response.

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Nathaniel sat up in bed; his alarm had just pulled him from the land of dreams. He pushed his hand through his hair and got up to start his day; day in and day out he had the same routine he followed in the mornings.
It all starts with grabbing his towel from the chair beside his door and wandering down the hallway towards the washroom, he passed the house keeper Maria on the way.

“Morning Maria, how are you?” Nathaniel said flashing a smile at the old house keeper.

Maria turned around and dipped her head in Nathaniel’s direction. “I’m just fine hun, I’m going to go out and get groceries later. Do you need anything?”

“No I’m fine thanks.”
Nathaniel then stepped into the washroom and closed the door behind him; he turned on the shower and looked into the mirror as he waited for the water to heat up. He couldn’t help but think about the current events going on in his town, the murder of two high school kids, it was hard to swallow. He had been to parties with both the victims; while he was not good friends with them he certainly counted them among his acquaintances. It was hitting the school hard, they were well liked students and everyone was taking it pretty hard, Nathaniel had even joined in the search parties with his friends.
After eating breakfast he talked with his father on the phone for a bit, his father called every other day to make sure Nathaniel was doing ok. In these crazy times it was nice to hear his dad, Nathaniel wanted him to come back, but he would never tell his father that. He knew how much his father loved hockey, it was a love they shared, and Nathaniel did not want to get in the way of his father’s career.
He decided that he would go out for a run, he didn’t have school today and hockey practise was cancelled so he had the time. He changed into his gear and took off down his driveway, while he was running he thought of Julian. He had a twin sister that had been in mourning, Nathaniel never knew her very well, and he could count the amount of times they had talked to one and other. But he knew what she must be going through; when he lost his mother he didn’t talk to anyone for weeks, it was like someone had ripped his beating heart out of his chest. He thought the very least he could do is at least go to her house and offer his condolences, so he ran in the direction of her house hoping that she would be at home.
As Nathaniel approached the house he saw a bronco in the driveway and recognized it as the sheriffs car, he slowed his pace on seeing this and thought to himself ‘Maybe I should come back later… they may be talking about something personal.’ But as he was about to pass the house he felt compelled to at least talk to the sheriff, so he walked part way up the driveway.
“Hey Sheriff, how are you? Is everything ok?”

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Juliet listened politely to the man. "Hmm, yes, I guess it is morning, it's been difficult to identify the time of day lately... For some reason it seems the days are growing darker." He appeared to snap out of a trance, then apologised and introduced himself as Jon Bernard, the priest of their church.

He entered and gazed around thoughtfully. "The purpose of my visit was to first offer my condolences at your brother's passing. His death is a loss to the entire community. To die so young is truly a terrible fate, and while you and your mother shall never recover from his loss, remember that you are not alone. I hope that there is something we can do to help you, but with such dark tidings, I imagine all you truly want is some peace and quiet."

Juliet's lips tightened. Of course it's a loss! she wanted to shout. How could you possibly talk about it so casually?! However, she controlled herself and kept her mouth shut. The second part, however, was much more comforting.

"I sometimes do wish that people would stop pointing and muttering," she admitted softly. "I still miss him - Julian."

As soon as she said that, rain started pattering lightly down, as though mourning Julian. Juliet gazed out the window longingly, missing him. However, her thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me for a minute." She excused herself and went to the door. Opening it, she found the local sheriff and a boy she recognised as Nathaniel Alexander standing in the driveway.

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Nathaniel Alexander made his way up the lane towards the Bishop house under the watchful eye of Eli Carter. He knew the kid only through his father who had cost Eli fifty dollars a couple of years back when he spent ten minutes in the sin bin costing his team the game and Eli fifty big ones.

“Hey Sheriff, how are you? Is everything ok?” The youngster said.

Eli nearly laughed at the question. He had one dead kid, one missing kid, no real leads and little reason to hope apart from a couple of FBI guys.

“I’ve had better days son. Come to pay your respects?”

Before he could reply the door swung open to reveal Juliet Bishop.

“Miss Bishop. I’m Elijah Carter, The sheriff. I think we spoke briefly on the phone earlier. I’m here to see your mother. I’ve got some news the FBI are here and want to help us find whoever... hurt, your brother.”

Eli then realised he was still wearing his hat which he quickly removed and held awkwardly.

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Kyle Renner or at least whatever was wearing his body was driving the Hi-lux towards Cartwright Falls when the voice in his head started again.

“You gotta get ‘em all now, Kyle. Gotta make ‘em pay, Kyle.”

“Make ‘em pay.” Kyle repeated weakly.

“Now this is important, Kyle. You gotta go cover up my tracks, Kyle. I believe in you though, Kyle, Nobody else did, did they, Kyle?”

“Nobody else...” Kyle repeated weakly.

“Next, right , Kyle.”

Kyle pulled the Hi-Lux down into the street containing the Bishop house.

“Stop now, Kyle.”

Kyle stopped the car.

“The gun, Kyle.”

Kyle rolled down the window and lifted his rifle. He brought the scope up and pointed it towards the Porch of the Bishop house. The first person he saw was a girl. He could see her death or rather the death of one very similar to her.

Eyes Open.

“Not her, Kyle, We’re here for a man.”

The crosshairs lazily drifted towards an athletic looking boy.

“A boy Kyle, not now but soon.”

The crosshairs finally found the hat holding Sheriff.

“Bingo, Kyle.”

Kyle didn’t want to fire but he didn’t have a choice it was a compulsion, like breathing.

“Please...” He whimpered.

“Kyle, squeeze.”

Kyle squeezed.

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Eli heard the shot which was good because it meant he wasn’t dead. He stumbled forward and crashed into Juliet Bishop. Another round sailed into the door frame while he looked up and realised he was inside the house. He kicked to door closed and tried to get to his feet which immediately slid out from under him. He looked down at his shirt which blooming with a bloody rose.

Then the pain came.

He was gut shot and screamed in agony before grabbing his wound and going into the foetal position. He cursed himself for not wearing a vest.

Then he realised his mistake, he’d also just kicked the door closed on Nathaniel Alexander's face leaving the boy outside with whoever had shot him.

“The kid... He’s still out there!” Eli shouted as he pulled his pistol out and again tried to stand. This time he made it to his feet before falling over on his ass. He landed with a thump and sent a stray round into the hallway floor but Eli didn’t notice over the pain.

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Outside Kyle Renner was still taking potshots at the kid on the porch.

“You should have worked with me on this, Kyle, fighting me is stupid. Now we have to get our hands dirty.”

Kyle aimed for a transformer box affixed to a telephone pole and sent a few rounds through it until it sparked and exploded. The electricity was now cut off to the house meaning there was no way to summon help.

“It’s time, Kyle, need to be quick though. Kill ‘em all.”

Kyle smiled and grabbed his berretta. The Hi-lux roared as he accelerated it towards the Bishop house, firing his pistol at Nathaniel the entire way.

He was there to kill.

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Inside the house Eli had given up on standing and instead was trying to set himself up defensively. He was aware his elevated heart rate was pumping more blood onto the floor and was trying to calm himself but he could still hear shots being fired. He could only think of Nathaniel Alexander.

“Run! Now!” He screamed at Juliet as he dragged himself towards the staircase figuring he’d get a clean shot on anyone coming through the door.

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“I’ve had better days son. Come to pay your respects?” The sheriff answered Nathanial in his stern but calming tone. As the sheriff finished his response, the door was opened and revealed Juliet Bishop, the sheriff addressed her and as he did Nathaniel walked closer to the house with a smile and a little wave directed at Juliet. ‘I hope I’m not intruding on something important.’ Nathanial thought to himself as he continued his slow approach.

A car turned onto the road that the house sat on, as it pulled to a stop the window rolled down and a barrel of a rifle came out. Nathanial took no notice to the silent killer attempting to pick his victim; he had his back turned.

That’s when a gunshot rang out in the air, out of reflex Nathanial ducked down with his hands covering his head, as if that would protect him from the bullet. Nathanial’s attention darted to the sound of the shot, the shooter seemed to hesitate, not shooting again or driving away, they just sat there still. That’s when Nathanial began to run towards the house, he saw the sheriff clutching at a crimson stain that was developing on his shirt, he looked shocked. As Nathanial made it closer to the house the sheriff jumped to life, and ran into the house… Closing the door behind him.

“Oh shit!” Nathanial exclaimed out loud as he watched the door close in front of him, and the tires of the car screeching behind him. He turned to see the car coming closer to the house, as he was doing this, his foot hit the stairs to the patio and he was sent flying through the air. The assailant in the car then proceeded to open fire on Nathanial, who was now pulling himself up off the ground. A gunshot rang out from in the house and this caused Nathanial to dart sideways to avoid the bullet that may have been coming that way. Bullet shots began to hit around him, connecting with the house and the patio and causing splinters of wood to erupt outwards at Nathanial. The shooters focus turned towards the electric box outside the house, the bullet connected cleaning and was met with an array of sparks pouring out from the box, and this would mean that the power inside the house was cut off. With that momentary distraction Nathanial made for the door now, it was really his only hope; the sheriff may be able to protect him if he got inside.

As he reached the door the fire against him had resumed and a bullet connected with him, the feeling of the bullet ripping through his skin shot up through Nathanial’s body instantly, he yelped out in pain and he slammed against the door. Nathanial knew he couldn’t just sit there and leave himself for the shooter; he gathered himself up and got his hand on the door handle. He turned the knob and pushed the door open enough to slide his body through in an attempt to not expose those already on the inside. He then turned to Eli sitting on the stairs.
“Please don’t shoot me! Its Nat!” He slammed the door behind him and ran towards the stairs holding onto his hip where the bullet had hit him.
“We need to think up something quickly, he shot out the power by the looks of the electrical box. We need to defend ourselves with what we have.”

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Juliet stared at the man standing at her doorstep. “Miss Bishop. I’m Elijah Carter, the sheriff. I think we spoke briefly on the phone earlier. I’m here to see your mother. I’ve got some news; the FBI are here and want to help us find whoever... hurt your brother.” Juliet remembered. The local sheriff.

"Sheriff." She greeted him, told him the same thing she'd told the priest. "I'm afraid my mother's not at home right now. She's gone to the hospital, probably won't be back until evening." She was tentative about inviting him inside, but she was sure that the sheriff wouldn't want to stand outside in the rain. "Would you like to come in?"

As she opened the door wider, again, she noticed something over the sheriff's shoulder. A rifle was poking out of the car that had driven up behind. She would scream, but it was too late. The shot rang out and the sheriff stumbled forward into her with a sudden splatter of blood. Though she wasn't strong, Juliet managed to hold the man up. The sheriff jerked forward again, and fell over the threshold of the house. The door was kicked shut.

Juliet looked down, half-pinned under Eli's body. She could see the blood spreading over his shirt; red poppies when there had only been white. Scrambling to his feet, the sheriff tried to fire at the door but missed, falling over again. Juliet turned and yelled in the general direction of the living room, where the priest was. "Father! Please, help!"

Juliet could still hear shots being fired outside, and feared for Nathaniel's life. With another shot. The lights went out. Luckily, the curtains hadn't been drawn, and sunlight still streamed into the house.

The sheriff turned to scream at Juliet. "Run, now!" Juliet didn't answer, too busy trying to scramble to her feet. The blood had pooled at the bottom of the staircase, making the floor slippery. Yet, Juliet had no intention of running. How could she leave these men to die, right on her doorstep? No, she would stay and defend.

The door was pushed open again, just as Juliet had finally managed to get to her feet. It was Nathaniel, bleeding but still alive. “Please don’t shoot me! It's Nat! "Thank the Lord!" Juliet managed to gasp. She was still slightly winded from being pinned under the sheriff's weight.

“We need to think up something quickly, he shot out the power by the looks of the electrical box. We need to defend ourselves with what we have.” Juliet cried, "There's weapons and medical supplies in the basement, a couple of pistols and maybe a rifle. Nathaniel, are you okay?" Already she had hurried over to examine his side.

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“I’d like to know more about the body, so lets go to the autopsy room. I want to know more about the symbols on the body. If there’s an occult angle to this the Agency can help out. They have profilers for this kind of thing. Usually some lonely nutjob but this feels like it might be part of something bigger. We might have a serial on our hands.” Deacon said to Deputy Montgomery.
“You drive.” He said with a smile as he shot Barton a wave.

Hayden and Deacon set off for the small town hospital.

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Eli was getting paler with each passing second, he’d be unconscious in less than twenty minutes if he didn’t stop the bleeding but he had to get out of the situation first. Lots of things were being said around him but focusing on individual conversations was becoming difficult.

“Please don’t shoot me! Its Nat!”

‘Who the fuck is Nat?’ Was all Eli could think. Then he saw the Alexander kid.

"Father! Please, help!" Eli’s grip on the pistol tightened but then he realised what she meant. Not that Father, not dear old Dad.

“We need to think up something quickly, he shot out the power by the looks of the electrical box. We need to defend ourselves with what we have.”

"There's weapons and medical supplies in the basement, a couple of pistols and maybe a rifle. Nathaniel, are you okay?"

“Shhhhhh!” Eli said as he held his finger to his lips. “He can hear you.” Eli whispered.

“Do not go into the basement. He’ll have you cornered. If we go upstairs we can exit via a window. If it comes to that everyone run a different way. I’m going nowhere, he tagged me good. How you help me is by getting help. No offence but you guys aren’t exactly cut out for this. We need police with guns not the cast of the breakfast club.”

Eli groaned with pain that may have been from the gunshot wound or the lame joke as he pulled himself to his feet using the banister and staggered up the stairs. His trousers were soaking with blood and his legs felt heavy. Finally he made it to the top of the stairs. He found a table piled high with a mixture of medical books and high school texts. He pushed the table over lay down behind, it wouldn’t stop a bullet but at least it was some form of concealment.

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“LITTLE PIGS LITTLE PIGS! LET ME COME IN!” Kyle Renner yelled with a laugh. He was walking around the perimeter of the house which had suddenly gone silent. They were either hiding or preparing something. Of course Kyle had an advantage over them, he wasn’t scared and wasn’t shot while at least half inside the house were both. He liked the fear and he could smell it in the air, it’s what drove him on. No need to sweet talk Kyle now, he was too strong.

That’s when an idea started to form.

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In the car with Hayden, Deacon was feeling a little out of his depth. He was never that good with people and preferred to talk shop instead.

“You’re studying psychology? Do you think it’ll come in handy out here?” He regretted his words almost immediately they sounded arrogant and patronising. ‘Smooth move special agent’ Deacon thought.

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Nathanial was in a daze, it was a lot to take in for such a short amount of time, next thing he knew Juliet was beside him, replying to his exclamation.
"There's weapons and medical supplies in the basement, a couple of pistols and maybe a rifle. Nathaniel, are you okay?"

He lifted his shirt to examine the wound, at first glance there was a lot of blood and it did not look good. But in further examination it turns out that the bullet had not made a full connection, it had grazed Nathanial pretty well, but it was not as bad as a full blown gun shot, and while it wasn’t bleeding as much as a normal gunshot wound it was still bleeding quickly enough to make Nathanial fell light headed. But before he could reply to Juliet the sheriff spoke.
“Shhhhhh!” Eli said as he held his finger to his lips. “He can hear you.” Eli whispered.

“Do not go into the basement. He’ll have you cornered. If we go upstairs we can exit via a window. If it comes to that everyone run a different way. I’m going nowhere, he tagged me good. How you help me is by getting help. No offence but you guys aren’t exactly cut out for this. We need police with guns not the cast of the breakfast club.” After his little joke the sheriff pulled himself up the stairs and knocked over a table to hide behind. Nathanial gestured for Juliet to follow him up the stairs, he began to advance but then he heard his assailant from outside the house.

“LITTLE PIGS LITTLE PIGS! LET ME COME IN!” Coupled with an evil sounding laugh. Nathanial then made his way up the stairs with his hand over the wound while keeping his head low. He got to the sheriffs makeshift barricade and knelt down beside him.

“Sir in all due respect, this is a stupid plan, look at yourself, if that person gets in here… you don’t stand a chance.” Nathanial tried to explain. “Look, all of us can try and make a break for it, through the window. At least that way I don’t need to walk away knowing I have left a man for dead.” He then put his free hand on the sheriff’s shoulder. “Look, when this is over and done with we will still need you, there is still work to be done, and by trying to be a hero here you are condemning those missing kids just as you are yourself. We can at least try and get out of here with all of us alive. Trying to be the hero right now isn’t the smart answer.” Nathanial then looked over to Juliet and back to the sheriff.
"You need to get her out of this, her mother does not deserve to lose both children."

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The assailant was outside roaring threats into the house while Eli got into position.

He lifted the pistol and noticed the pronounced shake in his hand. He grunted with annoyance and placed his wrist on the upturned table for support. His vision was becoming blurrier and his field of vision started to tighten. They called it a grey out and the only other time he’d experienced one was the night he’d nearly died.

“Sir in all due respect, this is a stupid plan, look at yourself, if that person gets in here… you don’t stand a chance.” Nathanial tried to explain. “Look, all of us can try and make a break for it, through the window. At least that way I don’t need to walk away knowing I have left a man for dead.” He then put his free hand on the sheriff’s shoulder. “Look, when this is over and done with we will still need you, there is still work to be done, and by trying to be a hero here you are condemning those missing kids just as you are yourself. We can at least try and get out of here with all of us alive. Trying to be the hero right now isn’t the smart answer.” Nathanial then looked over to Juliet and back to the sheriff.

"You need to get her out of this, her mother does not deserve to lose both children."

Eli tried to give the kid a stern look but couldn’t be sure his eyes weren’t crossed.

“Kid, I won’t make it half a block. I’m losing too much blood f we know he’s in the house at least I can keep him bust long enough for you kids to get...”

The wooziness kicked in and the gun clattered to the carpeted floor.

“...away.”

Eli blinked slowly before slumping over as he slipped into unconsciousness.

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“...You take away the biggest part of me...”

The truck radio was playing an old song, a song Eli hadn’t heard in a long time.

He knew the truck too it had been his Dad’s a long time ago.

He looked at himself in the rear view mirror. His hair was long and his face was fresh.

Eighteen years old.

He looked to his right and saw a girl with flame red hair.

“Lizzie?”

She didn’t respond, she was looking out the window at the dark woods.

“It’s creepy out there at night. Don’t ya think Eli?”

“For me maybe but you’re ok.” His young voice said but they weren’t his words or rather they were his words from long ago.

“How’s that?”

“You’ve got me to protect you, who’s looking out for me?”

Lizzie laughed and Eli’s heart ached at the memory.

“Its about to happen.” He thought but couldn’t say.

“Look at the road, Jesus Christ, just look at the road.” Eli begged.

His young self just kept looking at Lizzie hit up until he saw the flash of headlights, heard the crash and felt the impact. In that second she was her most beautiful as she turned a single look of shock played across her youthful face.

Then the horror.

Blood and glass was smeared over the dashboard and Eli was looking through a cracked windscreen at an upside down forest illuminated by a single headlight.

He looked over at Lizzie and knew she was dead. He struggled in his seat but the pain in his leg wouldn’t let him do much. He could hear the crunch of leaves and twigs underfoot.

“Help!” He cried.

Eli didn’t remember this part. The first people on the scene were the cops at least the way he remembered it.

A dark figure slowly emerged just beyond the periphery of the car headlight.

“Help.” Eli pleaded. “She’s dying.”

The shadowy figure watched before seeming to melt back into the woods.

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Kyle raised his rifle and smashed the kitchen window. He made a beeline for the stove and brutally yanked the gas line from the wall. He took a deep breath of the gas and smiled. The he produced a Zippo lighter and lit the drapes. He watched the fire spread for a few seconds before slinking back out the window.

“See how those fuckers like this.” He mumbled to himself as he climbed back into his vehicle and tore out of the street.

“Good Kyle, that should get people thinking.”

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A few minutes later the whole town heard the explosion.

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“Kid, I won’t make it half a block. I’m losing too much blood f we know he’s in the house at least I can keep him bust long enough for you kids to get...”

Eli replied to Nathanial with a stern look.

“...away.”

With the Eli’s head slumped down into his chest and his gun clattered to the ground, he had passed out from the amount of blood he had been losing.
Nathanial stood over the police officer frozen, suddenly the only person keeping he and Juliet safe from a psychopath was unconscious and dying, it was now up to him to act, he needed to try to get Juliet and himself out of this situation, and while doing that he had to get the sheriff to safety.
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There was a crash down in the kitchen, Kyle had broken into the house through a window. He made a bee line for the stove yanked the gas line, he then lit the drapes and with that he left the house, leaving its inhabitants to burn alive inside.
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Nathanial bent down and retrieved the sheriffs gun, the handle was slick with the sheriffs sweat. Nathanial put the gun into his bent and then ran back to Juliet.
“We are going to break out of the house from upstairs, just like the sheriff said. Just stay with me.”

It was then that he smelt the fire; the smoke began to seep out from under the kitchen door into the main hallway. Nathanial turned back to Juliet.
“We have to go now.” He said as he grabbed her hand and lead her up the stairs. Once at the top he opened the door closed to him, he ran over to the window and looked out to the back yard, there was no one there.

He took the gun out from his belt and used it to break through the window, after clearing away the shards of glass he carefully stepped out onto the roof, gun raised looking for any signs of movement, it seems that the assailant was not near them for now, maybe he had left.
Nathanial returned to the body of the sheriff and put the unconscious man’s arm around his shoulders, he lifted the man up with a grown and stood shakily
supporting the weight.

“I opened a window Juliet, from what I can see the backyard is clear, we have to go right now.”

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Juliet cried out involuntarily as Eli passed out. She grasped his arm, checked his wrist to find a pulse. Her mother had taught her well, and Juliet thanked the heavens that Cassandra Bishop had thought to teach her basic medical skills. She tried her best to staunch the bleeding, and breathed a sigh of relief as the bleeding slowed.

She jumped as something in the kitchen broke, but didn't make a noise. The shooter had most likely got in, she realised with a scrunching of her face and a prayer. She hoped that they would be able to survive this encounter. Allowing Nathanial to pull her forward by the hand, she tagged along behind him while he found an escape route.

As he broke the window, Juliet thought that he might try to escape without the sheriff, and started to make a noise of protest - he was still alive, after all, and it was against Juliet's morals to leave a man to die - but then Nathanial returned to Eli and heaved him up. Juliet tried to relieve some of the weight by looping the sheriff's other arm around her shoulders, but as she was small and skinny, it didn't do much.

They reached the window. Juliet suggested, "I'll go out first, and you heave him through." She tried to concentrate on getting out, and not on the psycho that was probably in her home. Just as she had put a foot over the window sill, the house rocked with an explosion. Juliet was thrown out of the window by the impact, landing on the ground below. It hurt badly, and Juliet wondered if she would pass out from the pain, like Eli had.

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They reached the window. Juliet suggested, "I'll go out first, and you heave him through." Nathanial was concerned about letting Juliet step outside first, the shooter may still be there. But at this point they didn’t have the time for being careful, so he gave her a quick nod.

Just as she had put a foot over the window sill, the house rocked with an explosion. Juliet was thrown out of the window by the impact, landing on the ground below.
The explosion had come from the stove, it was not a large out but it did serious damage to the house, and to the survivors of the shootout. It sent Nathanial sprawling into a wall with Eli’s body landing in the opposite corner of the room. Nathanial was dazed, his vision was blurred, his head was pounding and there was a buzzing in his
ears. The smoke was engulfing what was left of the house and Nathanial was finding it hard to breath.

He thought about leaving the sheriff, Nathanial wasn’t sure how much strength he had left in him, but he had to try.

He limped across the room to the sheriffs limp body. Nathanial stopped for a second to stop his head from swirling and then he bent over to pick up the sheriff. It was now tougher than ever, his side was burning in pain from the gunshot and in the explosion his arm had taken some damage as well, he couldn’t see his head but he knew he was bleeding. He struggled to his feet under the man’s weight. When he finally had them both up he made his way over to the window.

It was not a long walk, but under the circumstances it felt like a millennium. Nathanial’s entire body was aching from the pain, the smoke stung his eyes and made it harder to breath, at this point Nathanial wasn’t sure the sheriff was even alive, his breathing was laboured before, and with the smoke it was that much worse.

They finally made it too the window. Nathanial pushed the sheriff out onto the roof first and followed after him, the fresh air was a shock to his system after being in the smoke. He carefully made his way to the end of the roof and lowered the sheriff down as far as he could before dropping him. The sheriffs body hit the ground with a dull thud, but compared to everything else they had gone through, it wasn’t that bad. Nathanial then lowered himself off the roof and fell the remainder of the way.

The landing jarred his ankle but it was a minor injury, he managed to limp over to the sheriff and drag him further away from the house. After getting away from the house he slumped down beside Juliet he put his hands on either side of her face, she looked like she was half asleep.
“Juliet, are you ok? Can you hear me?”

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Barton may not have exactly enjoyed the car ride to Chopper's, and didn't like the sudden downpour, but he would rather have dealt with all of that, and a bar fight as well, than hear the explosion that he heard. Speechless, he followed Connor to the car, feeling for the pistol beneath his coat. He had that, and an extra magazine, but had left his Ruger in the car at the Sheriff's station. "I don't like this at all," he muttered. "That explosion cannot be a coincidence. I have no reason to think it anything but a coincidence...it's too random. But I have a feeling. This is related to Julian. It must be."

He was silent for the rest of the way back to the site of the fire. He got out of the car before it was even off, hesitating to draw his pistol at what looked by all accounts to be a horribly-timed accident. "Must be gas," he muttered at the sight, before approaching. He called back to Connor, "Who lived here?" A second later, he dismissed the question. "Never mind; it doesn't matter. You get the fire department here; I'm going to see if anybody made it out. The whole house isn't on fire yet; we might have some people still inside." He sprinted towards the house, defying every sensible instinct in his body that told him to run away. He had to see if anybody was alive: as long as the house was not completely consumed there was hope. He ran up to the house, then around its perimeter. Behind the house, he found three people, all clearly injured. Only one of them appeared fully conscious.

Barton slowed as he approached. "I'm here to help," he shouted over the roar of the fire. "We need to get you away from this house, then we can start-" He stopped abruptly as he recognized Sheriff Carter. Was he dead? He was certainly shot. "Oh Jesus Christ," Barton muttered to himself, then tapped the only conscious person on the shoulder, a tall young man, probably a student at the high school. "I'll get the Sheriff, you get the girl. We can't stay this close to the house." Without waiting for an answer, Barton heaved the Sheriff's limp form over his shoulders in a fireman's carry, bitterly happy that he could hear the man moan. So he was alive after all, but probably not for long.

Barton let instinct take over as he half-ran away from the house, hoping and trusting that the others were following.

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#, as written by Bosch
Eli didn’t wake so much become aware. One moment he was looking at Nathaniel Alexander the next he was sitting in a booth in an ornately decorated room. He was wearing a grey suit with a grey knitted tie, Eli remembered his Father wearing a similar type of tie.

He glanced around the room which was wood panelled and dimly lit. He could hear muffled voices but couldn’t see anyone else. Music was playing but he couldn’t be sure if it was recorded or there was a band.

He pulled himself from behind the table and left the booth.

The room was notable for the large window that ran from ceiling to floor. Eli walked toward the glass and could see no seams. It was a single massive pane of glass.

The room was overlooking what seemed to be a wood but it was hard to tell with the snow falling outside. It looked like a blizzard. Eli closed his eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. Suddenly he felt a tug at his side like he had a stitch.

He raised his eyes back to the glass but instead of looking out he found his reflection.

He looked old.

Really old.

“Jesus!” Eli exclaimed as he ran his hands over his face. His face felt young and firm but in the mirror an old man was staring back at him.

“Sir. Please keep your voice down.”

Eli turned to face a diminutive looking bald man dressed in black trousers, a white shirt and green vest. He wore a name tag that simply read “Staff”.

“Sorry... I... I’m feeling a little confused. “

“To be expected, Sir. Perhaps a drink at the bar?”

“Yes... where is that?”

“Straight through there beside the dining room.”

“Thank you.” Eli said as he glanced back at the black window and saw his wrinkled face staring back.

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The Hi-lux was parked over five miles away. The voice told him this was alright. He trudged through snow that had begun to fall. He was feeling hopeless and lost.

“Come on, Kyle, speak to me. It’s no fun if you don’t”

“You made me kill those people.”

“I don’t know about that, Kyle.”

“Christ I am insane, standing in the middle of the woods talking to myself.”

“How about I prove you’re not insane, Kyle?”

Kyle remained silent.

“Gotta get there before nightfall though, let the snow cover up your tracks. Kyle.”

Kyle slowly trudged on.

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I hate this song. Eli thought as he made his past empty tables and the darkness. For some reason the lamps on
the tables only seemed to throw their light a few feet.

He arrived at the bar and got onto a stool, he looked at his reflection in the mirror opposite.

He now looked normal.

The bar tender was a young woman who was heavily made up with brunette hair. Her name tag said Karen.

“What’ll it be Hon?” She asked with a world weary sigh.

“Coors.”

The woman walked off to get the beer and Eli started to relax. There seemed to be more light here and he no longer looked like he was about to die of old age but
he still felt uneasy about the pain in his side.

He decided he was in a hotel because that’s what it felt like to him. The staff, dining room and decor seemed to support his assumption.

“Here you go Hon.” The bar tender said placing a glass of beer in front of Eli.

“What’s it come to?” Eli said suddenly afraid he didn’t have any money.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

Eli turned a saw a man with a well groomed beard in a dark grey suit who raised his glass to Eli.

Masters.

Eli stood and walked towards the old man.

“John, I didn’t see you there.”

“Nor I you.”

“Pretty dark in here.”

“I fear we are strangers in a strange land.”

“This will sound funny but I don’t really remember where we are. Last thing I remember was being in The Bishop House. How’d we get to this Hotel?”

“Hotel?” Masters said with a confused scowl. “Where do you think we are, Eli?”

“Excuse me gentlemen but I need to see your tickets.” The bald man said from behind them.

“Ticket?” Eli said.

“I found mine in my jacket pocket.” Masters explained as he produced his own ticket.

Eli rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He hadn’t bothered to check his own pockets. He produced his own ticket and handed it to the man who was holding a single hole punch in his hand.

“Ok.” He said as he punched Master’s ticket and handed it back. Eli’s received no mark and was handed back to him.

“If you’d like to follow me.” He said to Masters who stood.

Eli also stood but the bald man raised his hand.

“You can only come to the dining room if you ticket has been punched, Sir.”

“Oh.” Eli said weakly as he returned to his stool.

Masters bowed his head and followed the bald man in the direction of the dining room.

“Another time Sheriff.”

Masters’ suit was now black.

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"Dispatch, this is Deputy Adams", Connor said into his radio as he and Thomas exited the car, and the Agent began searching around the house.
"Send EMS and an Engine to the Bishop household".
"Roger that, Adams. Two ambulance, and an engine are enroute, ETA 3 minutes". Came the female voice over his radio.
"Roger, I'll keep you posted, Adam's out." Connor's stomach dropped when he looked up and noticed Sheriff Carter's cruiser in the drive way.
If they got out, why is his cruiser still here?, Connor thought to himself as he sprinted up the porch to the partially open door.
He didn't bother using his hands, he planted his shoulder into the door, swinging it inward as he attempted to enter the house, but was defeated by the flames in the living room and intense heat escaping out of the opening he had created. Again he attempted to enter the burning house, making it in just a bit further, but a flaming beam that had been weakened by the explosion broke off and swung down from the ceiling, clipping Connor from shoulder to hip on his left side as he attempted to leap out of the way and spinning him into the wall adjacent to the door.
The Deputy managed to drag himself out of the house, struggling to breathe from the smoke and the impact he had taken.
Connor looked down to inspect the damage he had inflicted to himself, and noticed the side of his uniform was on fire, so in a half-panic, he quickly patted the flames out as he limped back to his Cruiser and waited for Thomas.
A few moments later, The FBI Agent came around the corner of the house, carrying an unconscious and bleeding Carter, while behind him, an injured teenage boy was half dragging a girl probably of equal age. Connor began to relax, until he noticed he gunshot wounds on the young man and the Sheriff.
Without thinking, he drew his service revolver and turned the safety off, crouching behind his car enough to keep in cover, but out enough so he could cover Thomas and the survivors. When Thomas got to the Cruiser, Connor let his body slide to a sitting position, relaxing his injured hip.
"EMS and A fire engine are on their way, just a couple of minutes out...looks like this place just turned into a crime scene". He said as he dropped his revolver to free up a hand to put pressure on Eli's still bleeding wound and used his other hand to check for a carotid pulse. He then turned towards the young man.
"How're you holding up, kid?".

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"Nathanial," she murmured, "my mother's at the hospital. Cassandra Bishop. She'll know what to do." She then leaned in close and brought her lips closer to his ear.
"Cassandra Bishop. Ask for her at the hospital."

Juliet then began to fade back into the land of unconsciousness. Nathanial cradled her in his arms while he tried to think what to do, his entire body was screaming out in pain and he couldn’t think clearly, he had gotten the three of them out of the house. But now he needed to get them to a hospital, something that he was not in the state to do.

Suddenly a man walked around the corner of the house yelling towards them, Nathanial put a hand on the gun in case this was the assailant. "I'm here to help. We need to get you away from this house, then we can start - "
The man looked to the sheriff and froze mid-sentence, taking in his wounds Nathanial supposed. "I'll get the Sheriff, you get the girl. We can't stay this close to the house."

It was then Juliet tried to stand. "The priest!" she called weakly. "There's another person inside the house - the priest!"
Nathanial held onto Juliet so she wouldn’t fall, he held her in a protective grip.

“Juliet I think he is gone… It’s a miracle that the sheriff and I survived the explosion, anyone else would surely have been killed.”
He then nodded to the man and supporting Juliet followed the man towards the road. As Nathanial got to the front of the house he saw the deputy brandishing his gun, he then spoke to the group.

"EMS and A fire engine are on their way, just a couple of minutes out...looks like this place just turned into a crime scene".
Nathanial let out a shy of relief on hearing this news, he needed to readjust his grip on Juliet so she wouldn’t fall. The deputy then turned to him.
"How're you holding up, kid?"

Nathanial looked to the man and forced a smile.
“I am just happy that most of us got out of the house alive… Juliet said another man was in there, he would be dead for sure by now, if not by the explosion the fire would have gotten him.” He then put his free hand over his bullet wound. “The faster we get medical attention the better, those two are worse off than I am from the looks of it. But at this point I’m running on adrenaline.”
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After a short wait, the ambulances began to show up, the sheriff and the deputy were shepherded into one and Nathanial and Juliet went into the other. It was a short trip back to the hospital, and once they were there they were rushed into emergency, the sheriff had a swarm of doctors on him before he was even in the doors. As Nathanial was set up on a stretcher he turned to one of the orderly’s.
“There is a nurse here, Cassandra Bishop. Her daughter is the girl over there. Make sure you let her know as soon as possible.”

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After the examination of Julian's body at the morgue Hayden and Temple had agreed that maybe a visit to the library would be beneficial to their investigation. The librarian had a bit surprised to see the pair enter the building, commenting how she hadn't seen Hayden in a few years. The young deputy had tell the elderly woman that she was in the middle of an investigation with Temple in order for the lady to leave them alone. Of course it took more than one attempt for the librarian, Mrs Smith, to actually get the hint which Temple found to be a bit amusing.

They split the work accordingly; Temple taking the research of the symbol since he already had experience in this department, and Hayden dredging up every last bit of info on the history since the founding of the town.

"This sucks." Hayden muttered to herself as she flipped through another book. She had just finished raiding through a copy of an original settler named 'Ellie Finnegan' and was rather disturbed by what happened at the beginning of Cartwright's founding. Cannibalism had always been an interesting topic in psychology and cultural studies. There were really only two reasons humans would begin eating each other, religious purposes or starvation, and considering the writings of the woman from the late 19th century it was stated why it had been done. Even still, Hayden could never see herself eating another person, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Find anything interesting?" Temple asked has he made his way over to the deputy. His search had come up fruitless for the weird symbol. He couldn't find it on any occult websites or the FBI databases. There was no record of it beyond Cartwright.

"More like creepy..." Hayden said, closing the book she was skimming through. "The only thing I could actually find was a supposed name for the area before it was settled by the original town founder, something like 'The Forest of Eyes'. That was it though, you know beyond the crazy of the first settlement group. Apparently they were murdered by Natives and the three survivors were found insane, all of which happened after they succumbed to cannibalism because of starvation." She had also read repots by a Captain Dale Cooper who discovered those still alive in Cartwright.

"That's…nice." To Temple it would appear the sunny, good ol' American town of Cartwright held more secrets than one would thing. Suddenly Hayden's walkie talkie went off, a flutter of static and loud voices. The library was dead silent at this time of the day and the words spoken by Deputy Adams were clear. Within moments the two were out of the building and into Hayden's cruiser.

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By the time the duo arrived at the Bishop household the scene was filled with people; firefighters, police, and even curious neighbors. It was chaotic and loud, the smell of smoke filling the air as the firefighters continued to combat the blaze.

Hayden rushed ahead of her assigned FBI partner and all but interrogated one of the other officers on the scene. Apparently when the Sheriff came to interview Juliet there was a shooter and the two, along with another teen, were forced to seek cover in the house before the assailant essentially blew up the house and fled the scene. After a few more moments of talking, Hayden decided that she was going to the hospital; to interview the victims and check up on Eli. She'd have to give Justine a call as well to make sure the woman was doing ok considering what was happening.

"You okay?" Temple asleep as the two made their way back to her car.

"I'm fine…it's just things like this aren't supposed to happen in Cartwright." She sighed heavily as she plopped into the driver's seat. The brunette rested her head on the steering wheel, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. Temple frowned.

"Not to sound like a jerk kid, but you need to get yourself together. You have a job to do and this isn't the time for you to lose focus." Temple said seriously as he watched Hayden. The car was silent as he sat in the passenger seat and the deputy didn't move. When he was about to say something else she sat up and looked at him before giving a nod and started the car back up.

As she was pulling away they were flagged down by Agent Barton. Hayden rolled down her window and asked the man if he needed what was wrong. "I just need a ride to the police station." The five minute right to the police station was quiet, but as Barton left the vehicle Hayden spoke. "I just wanted to say thanks, for helping the sheriff." The silence continued for another fifteen minutes as they drove to the hospital.

The Cartwright hospital was never a chaotic place, but with the explosion there was a little more activity than usual. Temple was silent behind her as Hayden made her way to the from desk. "Hello, I'm Deputy Montgomery and this is Special Agent Temple of the FBI. I was wondering where we could find the two kids brought in from the Bishop house. Also, is Sheriff Carter alright?"

The nurse gave her wide eyes and nodded her head. She was young and petite, her black hair up in a neat ponytail "Of course officers, right now the sheriff's in surgery so I don't have the most up to date information on his condition but Juliet and Nathan are this way." The nurse stepped out from behind the counter, leading the two down a hall to where the two teens would be.