KnockOut

minute is that I’m looking at the mangled body of an unidentified man in his sixties, in torn hiking clothes, lying beside the Sweet Onion River in the Titus Hitch Wilderness, about fifteen minutes from my house The body’s an ungodly mess. For whatever reason, a bear savaged it. If Autumn told you anything about Blessed, you know why I think he was responsible for this.”
    Savich hummed a moment, then, “Do you have a good forensic team available to you, Sheriff? An experienced ME?”
    “We’ve never had the need before for a hotshot medical examiner. I called the county ME, and he’s okay, as far as I know. I guess the best ME would be in Richmond.”
    “I’ll make some calls, get some people up there. Don’t let your deputies trample on the crime scene, Sheriff, otherwise these folk from Richmond will kick your butt. They’re very serious about what they do.”
    “You got it,” said Ethan.
    “Is there something else you’d like to tell me?”
    “Yes. Blessed is still free. Since Saturday night we’ve been scouring the area for him, and believe me, everyone understands how dangerous he is. I know he’s here, hiding in one of the hundreds of caves that pock those mountains. And I know he won’t leave without Autumn, and that’s why I’m keeping the search parties in close to the house. But to find him out here in the Titus Hitch Wilderness—the chances aren’t that good.”
    “If he wants Autumn, he’ll come out. As I said, Autumn told me everything she knew about Blessed. The only thing is, she’s seven years old, so a linear presentation isn’t her forte. I’ve still got lots of questions.
    “I’m hoping Autumn’s mother, Joanna Backman, has more to say. If she’s having trouble facing it, I can’t say I blame her.”
    Ethan said, “Actually, I’m the one who can’t bring myself to accept it. Joanna’s been a trooper. She’s told me a great deal already I can fill you in on. And there’s Autumn, her actually calling you telepathically—well, I have lots of questions for you as well.”
    “I’ll be there sometime today,” Savich said. “Sheriff, you’re completely sure that Blessed Backman did this?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then don’t you find it strange he’d select this particular time to commit this gruesome murder, a murder, I might add, that isn’t all that close to Autumn?”
    Ethan exhaled a curse. “Damn me for an idiot. Blessed knew I’d he called right away, knew I’d be tied up with this mess. He wanted me out of the house. He had to be watching the house, waiting for me to leave. There are only two deputies there guarding her.”
    Ethan punched off his cell as he ran through the forest and back to his Rubicon, Big Louie barking and racing beside him. They jumped in and Ethan floored it, barreling down the rocky dirt fire road.
    He didn’t know Joanna’s cell number, so he called the landline at his house. There was no answer.
    He called again a minute later. Still no answer.
    Curse him for a moron. Blessed had delivered up a horror to him, and he’d been sucked right in. He’d gotten him away from Autumn.
    He called Larch’s cell. Three rings. Ethan was ready to panic when Larch came on, his good-old-boy voice deep and rich.
    “Larch, it’s me. What’s happening there?”
    “Nothing at all, Ethan. Everything’s quiet.”
    Ethan thought he’d pass out with relief. “Larch?”
    “Yo.”
    Typical Larch, the fewer words spoken, the better. Nothing hinky sounded in that “yo,” nothing of Blessed. “Put Glenda on.”
    “Can’t, Ethan. Glenda’s turn to check the house and grounds. Then I think she was going to the little girls’ room.”
    “She’s inside the house? How long?”
    “Well, now that you mention it, she’s been gone a good ten minutes. She’s probably talking to Joanna and Autumn. You want I should get her?”
    “Put a call out and get people into the woods around the house. I’ll be there in a minute.” Ethan turned into his driveway at that moment spewing dust. Larch jumped out of his cruiser when he saw him.
    “What’s up, Ethan?”
    Ethan’s cell phone rang. He ignored it. “If you see Blessed, Larch— don’t forget—do not look at his face or what happened to Ox will happen to you. Get out your gun and stay behind me.”
    The front door was unlocked. Ethan quietly eased through, his Beretta at the ready, Big Louie behind him.
    He heard Larch whisper, “You think Blessed got to Glenda?”
    They heard a