RETURN FROM THE PAST

CHAPTER 1 When the rain season falls down on Dublin County; the hard streams of rain pours two days at a time. It was during one of those two day down-pours that Dublin County Sheriff Edgar Broth received an emergency call. A man kayaking along the Oconee River enjoying the combination of wetness between the steady rain pour and the splash of the rough river waters discovered someone stuck between a river rock and a water tree. It wasn't until he glided over there, that he found out the person was dead. “Sheriff Broth speaking,” “Sheriff, my name is Pete Shaffer…I've just pulled the body of a woman from the Oconee River. She's probably been dead for some time. I left her on the edge of the riverbank off of highway 441 so I could call you.” “Where are you calling from now, Mr. Shaffer?” “My truck sir…It's not far from where I left her.” “I'm on my way Mr. Shaffer. It's going to be hard to find that exact point you're at, with all of this rain; so stay on the main highway where we can see you, and turn on your emergency lights.” “Alright Sheriff…I'll be waiting.” Sheriff Broth sighed for a moment, before getting up from his desk. His tall six-foot-five, two-hundred and fifty-pound heavy frame carried the look of a line-backer. He yelled out to his assistant deputy inspector as he walked out of his office. “Brianna! I want you to come with me. Some fool was out canoeing or something in this rainy shit and found a body in the river near highway 441.” Jamie Brianna stood up. She too is tall, not as tall as her boss, but five-ten is a good height for a woman. She had short brown curly hair, olive skin, and big brown eyes; her uniform had a snug fit, showing her lean, curvy figure. She and the Sheriff left the station. * * * Sheriff Broth turned off of route 80, onto highway 441. They slowed just outside of Robins Air Force Base in a town called Brewton. The forceful rain poured in road-blinding streams. Brewton sat on the county boundary line. The Sheriff and Brianna saw the emergency lights of a vehicle sitting on the roadside. “I see him Sheriff,” Brianna said. “He's standing in front of his truck, waving…!” “I see him too. He probably saw our flashers as we were approaching. It's our fucking luck that this shit had to happen in a rainy, wet mess like this,” the Sheriff muttered. The Sheriff's vehicle pulled up behind the Dodge ram pick-up truck. Pete Shaffer ran over to their vehicle. They got out. “This way officer's,” Pete Shaffer said, as he started across the road; through a patch of trees and grassy marsh, that led down to the riverbank's edge. They followed him.