The Killing Game
Chapter One
Talladega Falls, Georgia
January 20
6:35 A.M.
The skeleton had been in the ground for a long time. Joe Quinn had
seen enough of them to recognize that. But how long? He turned to
Sheriff Bosworth. "Who found it?"
"Two hikers. They stumbled on it late last night. Those rains the
past few days washed it out of the ground. Hell, that storm slid
half the mountain into the falls. A real gully washer." His gaze
narrowed on Joe's face. "You must have hotfooted up here from
Atlanta as soon as you heard about it."
"Yes."
"You think it's connected to one of the Atlanta PD's cases?"
"Maybe." He paused. "No. This is an adult."
"You're looking for a kid?"
"Yes." Every day. Every night. Always. He shrugged. "The initial
report didn't say whether it was an adult or a child."
Bosworth bristled. "So? I never have to make reports like this.
We're pretty crime free here. Not like Atlanta."
"You knew enough to recognize possible knife wounds to the
skeleton's rib cage. But I do admit our problems are a little
different. What's your population?"
"Don't come up here and slam me, Quinn. We've got a strong law
enforcement body. We don't need any city cops messing around our
jurisdiction."
He'd made a mistake, Joe th ... read full excerpt from: The Killing Game ebook
