The Investigators, Inc. The Dead Lawyer Case. Chapter 3. Wrong Bodies.

Here we are at the cemetery digging up the bodies of Joseph and Colleen Candish, the parents of Kathee. We had to work fast because I am sure that Carnival already knows what we are doing. I went over to look with Kathee. “Maybe I better look first,” said Carver. “Hmm, good idea,” I said, and I took Kathee further back. “Not good to look at,” he said, “burned bad.” “That is impossible!” exclaimed Kathee, “they were not burned at all!”

Carver frowned a bit, “someone did some work after the fact.” Just then an older man came over to us. “Sorry to butt in,” he said, “but if you are looking for the folks that was buried here, they are gone.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Well, 2 days after they was buried, someone dug them up again,” he said, “then took them away and planted these folks in their place. I look after the cemetery here.

So I followed those people to a cemetery across the city, just thought it was kind of odd.” “Can you tell us where they are?” I asked. “I better go along and show you,” he said, “or you might have a hard time finding them in that cemetery, it is a lot bigger than this one.” “Good, we will do that,” I said, “Rock, go with Kathee, Saranna, Sky and Ashley and get a DNA check done, just to make sure.

The rest of us will go to that other cemetery, and hope we are not too late. We will need another exhumation order for those graves.” “I can get it quick once I know where,” said our lawyer. Off we went to this other cemetery, with our guide leading the way in his truck. He did not seem to realize there are speed limits around here and drove amazingly fast. Fortunately we did not meet any police along the way and we got to the cemetery just in time.

There was someone already digging in those 2 graves. I paid the older gentleman and told him he better leave, which he did quickly. John went over to the backhoe operator and told him to stop, but he did not listen, so John pulled him out of the cab and threw him onto the ground. There was a big truck there also, and two men with it. They came over to us and told us to leave, this was none of our business.

I was wearing leather gloves and just suddenly gave that guy a hard back handed slap. The other man was about to pull a gun but Carver had a knife at his throat too fast. He then took his gun and Ralph took the other mans gun as well. “Now I give you some advice,” I said to the two men, “you leave, because this is none of your business. And you can tell that to Alvares too.” The men looked surprised that I mentioned Alvares.

“Carnival does not like being pushed by anyone,” said the man I had slapped, “he will put you in a grave next.” That is when Ralph punched him in the stomach good and hard. The man bent over groaning. As he straightened up, I grabbed his throat. “You tell Alvares to stay out of my way,” I said, “I know these people were murdered. They were friends of mine. If Alvares did this, he will have me to deal with. You can tell him that too. Now you two get out of here before I decide to put you in those holes.”

They left in the truck. The backhoe operator wanted to leave with them, but I would not let him go, we wanted him to continue digging. He was not going to at first, but Carver had a talk with him, so he continued digging while our lawyer got the necessary paperwork. He did not watch what went on earlier with our conversations, just in case he saw something. These were the right bodies this time, so I called the police chief to let him know and he came down with some other officers.

I let our lawyer do the talking while we sat in the cars, just so we would not be seen as friends with the police. Carnival might have someone watching us. The backhoe operator was arrested for illegally digging earlier, and the older man from the other cemetery pointed him out as the man who dug up the bodies originally. That will put him in prison for a while and should make Carnival suitably angry.

Meanwhile, “That was Carver with them,” said the man, “and I recognized Ralph too.” “Why would Victor be interested in these two people?” asked Carnival. “That one guy said they were his friends,” said the second man, “and he was going to find out who murdered them. So he must work for Victor too and be high in the organization for Carver to be protecting him.” “Just what I needed,” said Carnival, “things were going good, now Victor has to get involved.”

To Be Continued.

©2023 Steve McLeod.

Wednesday Words. #8 A New Bird!

Good morning on this very cold Wednesday! It is another cold day for sure, with a north wind bringing our temperature down to -30F (-39C). That is too cold for this time of the year, even if it is winter. It is normally warmer than that the last week of February. However, nicer days are coming by Sunday. And the sun is shining brightly today which makes everything look so nice, even if it is cold. And the sky is a wonderful blue as well.

The birds are busy once again this morning. Speaking of birds, what a day yesterday! I have heard a bird all winter, but was never able to see it. I was finally thinking that maybe one of the other birds was making that sound, he just had a sore throat, or something. Yesterday I had gone out to get the mail and when I came back onto the deck I heard that bird again. That sure sounds like the Boreal chickadee, I thought to myself, it has to be. Then I looked and there was a Boreal chickadee on one of the suet feeders!

The Boreal Chickadee is brown where the Black-capped Chickadee is black and gray. The Boreal does have a black “bib” just like the Black-capped.

I could not believe it! And me standing there without my camera. I could not believe that either. Then a second one showed up and landed on the step beside my feet, hopping around and picking up small pieces of peanuts! He flew away, and I mean, away. So did the other one. Sigh. I went in quickly and came back out with my camera. I thought maybe they would come back. I waited, but nothing. Then a female Downy woodpecker showed up and I was able to get some nice pics of her, finally, after trying all winter! Beautiful, I thought.

Now, what about those 2 Boreal chickadees? I looked in my notes to see when I last saw them. I thought it was way back in 1980, but after that sighting I had seen them in December 1993. That was when I lived on the other side of town, on the edge of town where there was a lot of spruce trees. That is what the Boreal chickadee likes best. I have not seen them around town since that time, not even with all my walks to the river, summer or winter. I was VERY excited about seeing them! But I wanted a picture.

Here you can see his nice brown feathers on its head and back.

Then they came back and I managed to get some nice pics of the two of them. I was jumping with excitement! Okay, I am a bit crazy, but these are not commonly seen birds, winter is the best time to see them if they are around. And getting pictures is something else again! I was 16 the first time I saw them, that was in January that year, and all the experts in birding (proper name for birdwatching) did not believe I had them coming to my feeder, and onto my hand.

That just did not happen, they told me. I had a cheap camera back then, before the digital days, and I got my dad to get a pic of me with one on my hand. I also got pics of them on the suet feeders. I have never seen one eat a sunflower seed though which is odd, since the Black-capped chickadees eat sunflower seeds all the time. But they like suet and bread crumbs, and now I see they also like peanuts.

Another look at its nice coloring.

They seemed very comfortable with coming around, so they have been here before, probably quite a bit, but I have not seen them. I will be watching more carefully now and hope to get them to land on my hand. That would be so fantastic. But just getting more pictures would be great. Well, I did not really expect to do a whole post on this, but here it is. I hope you enjoy the pics. Have a wonderful Wednesday and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2023 Steve McLeod.