By Damien W. Green
They sent out the dogs hoping to find the scent and track those dirty bastards down. Stealing radioactive chickens and selling their eggs to the Soviets. We had them in sting, a perfect set-up but one of the guys was listening to his Walkman, someone said it was The Smiths, and didn’t hear them pull in. Heaven knows I’m miserable now. So we had to send the dogs out in hopes of finding them before dark puts the clamps down. The state line is only four to five miles south so time is of the essence. We’ve sent Deputy Jon Johnson ahead as well. He’s a runner, mostly marathons but some smaller events as well. He’s won the annual Slaughter’s Mad Dash 5k three years in a row. In a town where the largest employer is a slaughter house that’s the kind of thing you get.
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