Please enjoy another excerpt from my upcoming first novel "The Blood in Guthrie". It is currently available for pre-order on Amazon, and releases for print and Kindle on November 26th. You can find a clickable link on my Published Work page.
Jack rounded the corner of the alley right next to Conrad’s Candy behind little Billy Weston, who was anxious to lead the way. A hoard of curious men and women tailed him, all patrons of Minnie’s who had promptly shoved the last of their meals into their mouths and scurried out the front door for a look at the decapitated head. Way, way in the back lumbered the bovine-like Sheriff Elmer who had plenty enough trouble walking a few yards, let alone running two blocks to the crime scene. He snorted and huffed, soaked to the bone in his own foul-smelling perspiration.
The alley was dark and damp, lined on each side by moldy, red brick walls and empty wooden crates. Aluminum garbage cans stuffed with refuse made the place stink like roadkill rotting in the sun, or was that the head that had been neatly placed in the center of the corridor?
Jack and the rest of the mob stopped short when they caught full view of the commotion the thing was stirring up, like a film at the theater down in New Orleans. Loud meows bounced around the bricks like church bells. Stray cats circled the thing like vultures. A fat orange tabby with blood on its jaws yanked at the lips of the head. A little calico sat atop the deceased, fuzzy auburn head and kneaded away like she was tenderizing meat for Miss Minnie to throw on the smoker. She looked right at Jack and said, ‘Meh,’ and then continued on about her business. The crowd of on-lookers were both captivated and horrified. Some sneered, some had their mouths hanging open in shock or terror or maybe both, a few people averted their eyes. Jack could have sworn he heard someone giggle.
Heavy footsteps padded around the corner matched by equally heavy breathing and Jack knew without looking that Elmer had finally arrived at the scene. Elmer put a hand on Jack’s shoulder for support and tried to talk through gasps.
“Alrighty. I made it on over here. We can start investigatin’ now. What do we got?”
Sheriff Elmer Avant finally got to smelling the pungent odor that hovered in the narrow alley and then looked up just as the ginger tabby successfully shredded a hunk of bottom lip from the head. The flesh shuddered as it dangled from the cat’s mouth and then the cat slurped the meat in like a wet spaghetti noodle, gnawing away happily. It might have been the running, or the smell, or the head, or the cat—maybe it was all of them. But at that moment Sheriff Elmer’s guts revolted against him and he doubled over, spewing his lunch like a fancy marble fountain against the brick wall of Conrad’s Candy.
The crowd stepped back as Elmer splashed and flung chunks of Minnie’s ribs, coleslaw, potato salad, and sweet tea in every direction including onto his own cuffed uniform trousers and those belonging to Jack. While those foods may be a delightful combination of flavors going on down the gullet, they sure do not create a pleasant aroma when they have mixed together and returned back to daylight.
“Alright, everyone,” Jack announced with his hands in the air, “that’s all there is to see. Go about the rest of your day. We’ll handle this.”
The crowd didn’t move. They just stood there ogling him, watching Sheriff Elmer try to regain his composure.
“Go on now,” Elmer choked, still hunched over, “listen to ol’ Deputy Jack.”
Elmer waved his hand at his side in a shooing motion like a mother does her children when she’s trying to gossip with the lady next door and the kids won’t quit pulling on her skirt. The people understood and, for whatever reason, listened to Elmer and kicked stones as they shuffled away whispering and turning the wheels on the rumor mill.
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