Josiah
Chris soon returned with a swarm of uniformed police officers. I was slightly relieved to see they were all from the Prosperity Springs precinct. None of my friends from the State Police force had yet arrived on the scene. Chris shouted out directions as officers taped off the area, and the forensics team began placing numbered markers and taking photographs.
Someone brought me a pair of shorts that actually fit. I sat in the shade of the cedar trees and rested my elbows on my knees. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the clearing anymore, and the smell of death was starting to make me feel ill. Elton, my trusted beta, Elton, my mentor, Elton, who had betrayed me.
Elton, who had, in his own weird twisted way, tried to do the right thing in the end.
“An ambulance is on it
