Sheriff Brown invited Mr. Gunn and Mr. Bigsby to get some lunch and talk about what has been happening in the area. The men agreed but Mr. Gunn wanted to stop by his car to change his clothes. When they got to a local restaurant and sat down at the table, a little old woman shuffled over.
“Sheriff, what is going on around here? I’m scared to death to leave my house.” The old lady glanced around.
“Josey it’s going to be okay, we are taking care of everything.” Sheriff Brown stood up and touched her shoulder. “Just stay off the beach and stay off the streets at night.”
“Okay sheriff, but I have lived here 42 years and nothing like this has ever happened.” Joesy turned slowly to walk away.
“I understand that now you have a good day.” Sheriff Brown sat back down.
“Is she going to be alright?” Bigsby asked.
“Yes, she’ll be fine. As you heard, she’s been a part of this community for a very long time so she’s a little nervous.” The sheriff said.
The men ordered their food and started to talk about the case when Randy, a local surfer boy ran in.
“Sheriff, you have to come quick, we found a head!” Randy breathed heavily.
Some of the people in the restaurant gasped and looked at sheriff Brown.
“It’s okay everyone, go about your lunch. I’ll take care of this.” The sheriff reassured the people.
Mr. Gunn took one last bite of his hamburger and hurried to catch up to the sheriff and Mr. Bigsby. Out on the sidewalk sheriff Brown stopped Randy and asked him to now explain what was going on. Randy told him that he and Lenny were leaving the beach and cut through the dune by the stoplight. As they climbed up, Lenny noticed something in the grass and took a look.
“Yeah, it’s a head! It’s pretty gnarly looking but it looks like it might be a lady's head.” Randy paced.
“Okay, show me.” Sheriff Brown said.
The four of them hurried across the street and down the sidewalk to the stoplight where Lenny stood waiting. When they got there Lenny pointed down, and there it was amongst the sand and tall grass. The head was pretty beaten up by the weather, but it had long blonde hair and small features like a woman. Sheriff Brown thanked the boys for reporting it and called officer Benjamin. Investigator Mr. Bigsby called a member of his team, and Mr. Gunn glanced at the sand around the area hoping to spot a clue.
“Hey look at that!” Mr. Gunn pointed to a small patch of scales.
“Yes I have seen those around a lot lately, especially at the scenes.” Mr. Bigsby looked.
“I need to collect some, would that be alright?” Mr. Gunn pulled a plastic bag from his backpack.
“Yeah go ahead.” Bigsby put the phone back to his ear.
Once again the scene was roped off so the investigation team could work when they got there. Sheriff Brown had some other business to do at the station, and Mr. Gunn took the scales and went to the lab where he does his work. This little beach community is being terrorized by something and all they can do is wait for answers.
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