Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... was… Sheriff? Over.” Cam keyed the mic and asked.

“It appears to be a pickup truck, but it’s upside down in the mud on the bottom. I just asked one of them to get plate numbers for me so I can have it run and see what we can find out. Over.” The Sheriff replied.

Cam knew they were looking for a pickup truck that belonged to one J.D. Branson, Tom’s father. The same man that had attacked Deeny’s dad at the Wilding and had stabbed him. Cam also knew that his uncle was well aware of this too and it didn’t need to be broadcast on the radio for anyone else to hear about, yet.

“Should we call for the coroner? Over.” Cam keyed the mic asking the question that naturally came to mind.

“We’ll wait until they can pull the truck out of the mud first, and see if it was… occupied. Over.” The Sheriff responded, running his free hand over his scalp to massage the back of his neck.

“Sounds like you’re going to be busy here for a while yet.” Richard said as Cam walked back over the side of his truck.

“Yeah… maybe not in a good way either.” Cam said with slight shrug.

“Maybe I will go check on Trina, rather than going fishing like I had planned on today. Looks like the bridge is going to be closed a while yet.” Richard said resignedly but with a hopeful if sheepish grin on his face.

“Yeah, it’ll be closed for a while. Hey… you have the address?” Cam asked, now smiling warmly for his friend.

“I will if you give it to me.” Richard said with a grin.

Cam pulled out his ...

... little notebook from his breast pocket, and a pen, and wrote the address of Walter and Vivian Wainwright down on a page and pulled it from the binder. He tucked the notebook back away and handed the loose page to Richard through the driver side window. Richard looked at the address on the page and then smiled and put it in his breast pocket of his plaid shirt.

“Thanks, Cam. Well… have fun. Come by some time and we’ll have a beer or two.” Richard called out the window as he restarted his truck and put it into reverse to turn around and go back the way he had come.

Cam watched him and gave a wave as his friend drove off. Turning back to the work on the bridge, Cam walked back over and resumed his resting lean against his cruiser. Could be a long day he thought to himself, a long day indeed.

Thirty minutes later, the station wagon had been loaded onto a trolly for the back wheels and the front end hoisted up by the tow truck and it was soon being pulled from the scene. The recovery crane had swung its boom out over the other side of the bridge now and cables were being lowered into the depths so that the divers could affix them to the sunken upside-down pickup truck.

The mud didn’t want to give up without a fight, the recovery crane struggled to lift the truck from either end. There was so much mud and silt stirred up in the water that the divers could hardly see more than a foot in front of themselves. Eventually, however, the laws of physics played out and the back ...