lot.”
“I’ll do that. Anyway, I’ll call ya if I see anything. Oh, do you have a description of that killer guy? I just want to keep it handy. You aren’t the only one with those instincts.”
“Here you go,” Tony replied as he handed over one of the wanted posters. “Doubt it’s him, but whatever makes you happy and gets you out of my face for a bit.”
Keith folded up the paper, put it in the back pocket of his jeans, and left the station. He stopped at the general store and picked up some seeds for Kim’s garden before they closed for the night. He also wanted to get a case of beer to help dull the burning need that Kim awoke deep in his soul.
When he got home, he cracked open a bottle and sat down at his computer. The satellite internet was sketchy out there at best, but it was better than nothing.
The band might not want much in the way of government aid, but the help they did accept was always for the betterment of their community. The satellite internet was part of the government program for education in the village. There were too few children born in the village to warrant them opening up a school, and it was too remote for them to be bussed into the nearest town, especially during the dangerous winter. So, the government supplied each house with a satellite modem so the band could home school their children. Because of this, the Predator Springs community’s children had one of the highest literacy rates in the First Nations of Canada, since they weren’t forced into a school system that worked against them.
Before the government supplied internet, the kids went to a one room school house located in the center of town. The teacher was old Mrs. Bear. She taught the kids for almost seventy years before she finally passed away at the ripe old age of ninety three.
Keith pulled the wanted poster out of his pocket and unfolded it. He studied the face carefully and noticed the name. Smiley Rockborne.
He opened up Facebook and typed in the name in the search bar. Only two results popped up, and his was one of them.
He clicked the page and gasped at what he found. In some of his public albums, there were photos of him and Kim. He couldn’t believe it. He clicked through the albums, dumbfounded. He noted that Smiley was tagged in his wanted poster by the Interior RCMP. Of course, his last viewable post was three months ago.
He sent the link to Smiley’s Facebook page to Tony, just in case he wanted to see it.
*
Tony was sitting in his office, doing some late night paperwork, when an instant message notification went off on his computer. Great, it’s from Keith, he thought. Wonder what he wanted.
The IM had a link to some dude’s Facebook page, and a “You better check this out,” from Keith. Out of curiosity, Tony opened the link and was struck by what he saw.
Photos of the new woman in town, Kim, alongside the man who allegedly killed two people three months back, filled the timeline. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Looking at the pictures, they seemed deeply in love as well.
He punched the speaker phone button and called his cousin.
“Hey, I checked out that link you sent me, eh?” He began.
“I was pretty shocked to see it, too.” Keith replied. “Like, she doesn’t seem like a bad person, to be honest…”
“I doubt she had any involvement in it, if you want to know my gut feeling,” Tony assured his cousin. “If anything, I wouldn’t be surprised if she came here to hide from the son of a bitch. After all, watching your parents get murdered, and have god knows what else done to you, would leave your head spinning, to put it lightly,” Tony said.
“Yeah. I think we should back off a bit from her. You know, to let her heal? I know the ceremony is coming up soon, and one of us needs to pick a life mate soon. Just, I dunno. I don’t want to force it if she’s not ready.”
“Yeah, you have a point. I’ll talk to the elders to see if they can postpone it. I know neither