Last Frontier IEpilogue
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As the Cessna 170 was towed into a hangar requisitioned at Girdwood Airport, and disassembled to gather more evidence, a hunter found the burnt out Buick near Soldotna. A team was sent to go over it. As Sgt. Tim Sealy and his senior officer, Lt. Jim Conway arrived at Girdwood Airport the next morning, they was met with the somber face of Trooper Paul Evers who was stationed at Girdwood.
"Collins found this under the seat of the plane we are taking apart," Evers told them, handing Darla's name badge to Jim who handed it to Tim. "I am sorry, Sgt. Sealy. I really am. There is always a chance that she got away, and we will find her. You just have to pray that it will be, and have faith that God delivers her from this monster."
"And delivers him into our hands," Conway said. "Tim, why don't we go to the Office here and fill out the missing persons paperwork? You look like you should sit down. I will call this into Clark and Sellers."
After breakfast, Roxie told Darrell to give Darla his snowmobile suit and helmet and then had Darla get on the back of her machine for the hour or so ride through the maze of trails leading to Girdwood. While the machine was capable of doing sixty MPH over open ground, ten was a good clip through the woods and mountain trails that Roxie followed.
At 10:08, they arrived within a hundred yards of the Trooper Post, and Darla gave Roxie Darrell's helmet and suit back, in addition to the lined mittens she had taken from the other cabin, asking Roxie to return them. Darla asked where she could meet Roxie in three days, weather permitting, and gave her both her work and home phone numbers. Roxie said that she would call, although she admitted aloud that she never expected to see Darla again. Darla admonished her not to spend the money for the payphone on cigarettes. Then she told her to just call collect at home, and her new friend roared back into the woods.
As Darla walked to the post to try to call Tim, she saw someone that looked like him walking with another Trooper towards the entrance. Surely it would not be Tim Sealy in Girdwood. Yet as she got closer, she saw it was he, and called out, "TIM! It is you!"
They ran to each other, and then hugged for several minutes, as Darla cried, and Tim muttered, "Thank you, God," over and over.
"Amen to that, brother," Conway acknowledged. "I don't think you saved us that much paperwork, but you might help us solve a murder."
"Tim," Darla confessed. "I was so stupid. He shined the light in my eyes and I thought he was Airport Security. He knocked me out with ether or something and raped me, Tim. Please don't hate me for it."
"You didn't do anything wrong Darla," Sealy replied. "Did he take you in an airplane? Can you identify it?"
"If you find it I probably can," Darla replied. "From the inside I might be able to. I didn't look at the outside because I was playing dead."
"The one we found your badge in is at the Girdwood Airport in the hangar," Conway said. "Come and verify it and then we will get you to the hospital."
Fifteen minutes later they were on the way to Anchorage with the lights and siren going, and where Darla would spend much of the day being examined and undergoing tests on her for the rape, and treating a slight case of frostbite on her toes from the first evening. Dr. Frazier, her gynecologist would keep her overnight for observation. Satisfied that she was able to, he released her to go home early the next morning.
Instead, Darla spent most of the day looking at mug shots at the ASP Headquarters, answering questions and reliving the moment from the time she got off work until Roxie dropped her off. The Campbell Creek victim had been identified as a dancer from the Great Alaskan Bush Company, and no trace of her was ever found in the plane or the burnt out Buick. Yet, there were hairs that did not match the dark brown of Darla Reynolds from the plane. In fact, there was hair from two other women in the rear of the plane.
During a break in her deposition, Darla asked Tim, "If I can find you someone that knows where another body is near where I was dumped and left for dead, can you help them out with a matter of the snowmobiles they stole in the park last year?"
"Help them, as in how?" Tim asked.
"Some sort of a plea bargain," Darla explained. "Let me pay restitution on the snowmobiles and they can do community service or something."
"Who is 'they'?" Commandant Sellers said from behind her.
"An old hermit woman, and her son," Darla said. "They gave me shelter and she brought me to Girdwood on her snowmobile. I only had twelve dollars to give her for gas. They are barely getting by. Someone poisoned her dog team last winter, and they took the snowmobiles to get even. The woman said I wasn't the first victim to be dumped out there. There was another. She and her son buried her somewhere near the cabin I spent the first night in. If she helps solve a murder, there has to be some way to help her. It has to be the same guy."
"Well, we can use a break," Sellers admitted. "Forensics said that the prints that we have on record for Jack Young don't match any found in the plane or in Young's home, which from the looks of the refrigerator, has not seen him in over five months. My guess is that the real Jack Young will be found among our victims when this is all over."
"Can we help her?" Darla asked. "There is no way that I could ever find my way back to the cabin on those trails, but she is supposed to call me the day after tomorrow at home. When she does, I want to bring them some groceries and some clothes. They probably saved my life. I don't know how long it would have taken me to walk out on those snowshoes."
"I will talk to the DA and the Judge this afternoon," Sellers vowed. "I am sure we can get some lenience. They might have to turn in the snowmobiles though but I think we can get her some more dogs. Heck, if the new DB leads to one of our other missing women, there could be some serious reward money coming out of this."
"Your boyfriend here started a reward fund for information leading to your safe return with $2500.00," Conway admitted. "By the time the shift was over, it was over $5000.00.
Commander, I doubt any of us would have a problem helping the person that returned her safely, do you?"
"Not if they help us close a case or two," Sellers answered. "By the way, I'll tell Clark to release her car now that they are done with it. Sergeant, I do owe you an apology. It turned out that you were right. You have the instincts to make a great CI, Son."
Conway gave Sealy the rest of the week off to help Darla get her life in order. True to her word, Roxie called, albeit collect the following day. Sellers had a deal in place with the DA that if she and Darrell surrendered the two snowmobiles, no questions about them would be asked, and no charges filed in exchange for her showing where the other woman was buried.
"Then what do we do, walk?" Roxie asked.
"Actually," Darla answered, "There is a reward for my safe return. It should buy two snowmobiles for you and Darrell."
"That's cool," Roxie replied. "No charges?"
"No charges," Darla said, "we got it in writing. All you need to do is show them where the other girl is buried."
"We need to talk some about that," Roxie answered. "We buried her next to old Clyde that I told you about."
"You are worried about getting in trouble for burying them," Darla concluded. "Roxie, can I come and pick you up? Let Tim and I be your friends. Give us a chance to help you and Darrell get ahead."
"Well," Roxie answered, "I did tell Junior I might not be back until the weekend if you were on the level. Come get me. I will be outside the Birdhouse."
"We will be there in an hour," said Darla. "Tim is going to be with me, so don't freak out on me. All we ask is for you to trust us."
A half-hour later, as Darla and Tim sat in the front of Tim's Suburban, Tim commented, "I don't see how you are dealing with this. Most women are a total wreck."
"I guess because the first time I was totally out of it," Darla explained. "I didn't know what happened to me or where I was until I woke up in the plane the next afternoon, and felt his mess dripping out of me. I think he must have used the ether on me more than once. When we landed, I just played dead."
"Well, you are one lucky girl," Tim commented. "You are pretty special too."
A tapping on Darla's window interrupted their little moment. Tim looked at Darla, who nodded, and then he unlocked the door. Roxie climbed in and spread a newspaper across the back seat to sit on. Tim told her that the seat was vinyl, and getting wet wouldn't hurt it.
"Yeah, but I stink," Roxie argued. "I haven't washed since September."
"Roxie, you are welcome to use my bath when we get home," Darla offered. "You can even use the garden tub and my bubble bath. Whatever you are comfortable with."
"Then put on my dirty clothes?" Roxie asked. "Can I borrow a few dollars to get me some new ones to put on after?"
"Roxie," Tim said, "We already bought you some similar to what you wear. Tomorrow we will get you access to the reward for bringing Darla back to me."
"Yeah, Darla mentioned that," Roxie noted. "We gotta turn in the other two snowmobiles first though?"
"In a few days," Tim answered. "Let's get you some keepers first. A couple that you can call your own."
"What about a job?" Roxie asked. "If I can, I would like to move out of the cabin, but I know that staying there will take a steady job."
"We have an opening for a baggage handler," Darla said, "I told Sanderson I had someone in need of work. We can go by in the morning. Do you think you can lift a hundred pounds?"
"I used to," Roxie answered. "I'd be just as happy cleaning or working in a food joint. Junior can do the lifting. I have no ID. At least I can get Darrell's Birth Certificate and Social Security Card."
"I'll help you get yours," Tim offered. "Hopefully you had a driver's license somewhere before you came here?"
"I had one here for a couple of years," Roxie recalled, "Not since around '79 or '80."
"I've got you a manual, in the glove box," Tim said. "I'll be able to pull up your information by tomorrow, so you can get your documents replaced. That is as long as you are who you tell us."
"Well my picture won't have the scar," Roxie said. "That is why I never got another one. The Brothers burned off a mole on my left cheek. It will be there in the picture."
"That will help with identification," Tim assured her. "Here we are, Darla's place. I'll go pick us up a pizza while Roxie gets changed. Just keep the door locked. I don't want him coming around and finding out you didn't die. I still think that you and Colleen should move."
The man going by Larry Duncan was not about to show his face in Anchorage until things settled down. By the weekend, the DMV database matched a set of the prints in the airplane with a new driver's license thumbprint belonging to Larry Duncan originally from Chicago. The photo was distributed to every ASP post in the state with a BOLO (be on the lookout).
Tim hurried back with the pizza, and found Darla and Roxie at the kitchen table talking about when Roxie and Darrell found the other girl. Tim asked to record it so she would not need to repeat it so often. She would have to give it all over as a sworn statement the next day. Colleen briefly came by to tell Darla that she was moving out over the fear that her rapist might return to get her.
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I love taking long, baths. The feeling of warm soapy water embracing my young body, floating weightless and care free.This time was no different, I allowed myself to space out, submerged my head under water for a few seconds, holding my breath as I let my mind wander off. Pleasant flashbacks from last night began to surface and sent tingling sensations all over my body, concentrating between my legs. I reached down and slowly massaged my tender clit.I was sitting in my boyfriend's car outside...
David’s Ordeal************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2005The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************LADIES NIGHT OUT......... David was having a quiet drink in a local club one...
I love taking long, baths. The feeling of warm soapy water embracing my young body, floating weightless and care free. This time was no different, I allowed myself to space out, submerged my head under water for a few seconds, holding my breath as I let my mind wander off. Pleasent flashbacks from last night began to surface and sent tingling sensations all over my body, concentrating between my legs. I reached down and slowly massaged my tender clit. I was sitting in my boyfriend's car...
Robert was late getting to the club. He hated being late anytime, but particularly this time, because he'd agreed to be part of the show. He hoped he hadn't missed his chance.The week before, the club's owner and dungeon master had announced that a pair of well-known, experienced Dommes would be visiting from out of town to give demonstrations. They needed volunteers to take some heavy punishment. The owner had been very clear that the visitors would administer intense pain and lots of...
Miss Blossom’s Ordeal ?Well, well, what have we here?? Linda Blossom knew that voice. It was the voice of Mark Conrad, the insuperable little creep from Information Management who had asked her out on a date last week. If offering to buy her dinner and ?fuck her into next Wednesday? could be considered a request for a date. When she’d seen him last week, his face had inspired only disgust and contempt in her, along with a sharp twinge of unacknowledged fear at the...
Tracey’s Ordeal at the LodgeBy: Jake OliveIf you have any comments please feel free to email me at [email protected] sat comfortably in her luxurious white robe while the makeup girl painstakingly applied her work to Tracey‘s face. She could hardly wait to take the stage for the triumph that she had so undoubtedly earned from the lodge. It would be one of her proudest nights and she could hardly wait to give her big speech to the assembly of men at the lodge.It had all started a little...
A Ukrainian Prostitute?s Ordeal in BangkokHelena and the other Ukrainian prostitutes were dressed up in sexy lacy lingerie and wearing their coats, street walking and offering themselves to both local and foreign men for many many Baht (Thailand?s currency).The prostitutes were standing by a pavement while their pimp stood by them. Helena?s pimp was an Armenian named Giovanni. He had thick black hair and swarthy features, and it was he who brought all of them to Thailand, a country in South...
A Russian Ordeal in MongoliaBy Helena Aranatovya(e-mail me at [email protected]) ;)Author's Note:This is the first time I am sending a story to Kristen Archives. I have read so many stories written by many people and I must say that I have come to enjoy them. I then thought maybe perhaps it is my turn to write and contribute an erotic story of my own to this great websiteTHE STORY:Natasha was a beautiful Moscovite Redhead. At the age of 35, she had a beautiful 18 year old...
GESTAPO SS-LIEUTENANT Hans Von Yurt stood at ramrod stiff attention before the desk of his Commandant, SS-Oberf ührer Otto Stemp and watched and listened as the man ranted and raved, banging his fist on the desk for emphasis. He had rarely seen the man this angry. So far, SS-Lieutenant Von Yurt had no idea why the man was yelling at him about some traitorous woman who had sided with the Jews. The SS-Oberf ührer soon corrected that lack of his knowledge in the conversation. "THE...
It was Saturday morning, Lisa had been admitted to the hospital and was undergoing some minor cosmetic surgery at this time. As Danielle walked up to James Kelly, she said "You should take a look at this." handing him the tape and the scrap of paper from Lisa's purse. Danielle then bent over, and began to unzip his trousers. "Put this in the machine first, my dear." he said, handing her the video. She stood up, took the tape, turned around, and while shaking her ass in his face, put...
I’d learned from Ying Lee that being the purchasing agent for Camp Métis was a pretty lucrative post. The fort was on the Missouri River, not that far from the mouth of the Judith. Near where Camp Cooke had been before they abandoned it to the rats back in 1870. The Army needed beef and the purchasing agent supplied it. And, he determined the price he would pay the ranchers. Another whore, my pal Masie, told me, “They got over 400 soldiers stationed there. To protect the steamboat traffic,...
The Territory came through with the prison construction money — $85. It wouldn’t be much of a town jail, two cells big enough to hold four or five miscreants each if Little River had a sudden crime wave. But it made the growing town proud, our new jail. The builder had to knock out part of the back wall of our office and build a 10 by 15 addition. I ended up sort of job foreman and passed on Hank Mosby’s ‘sale’ lumber. It wasn’t part of the Territory contract, but Cayuse and I ended up...
As the phone by her bed shrieked, Em wanted to bury her head and return to sleep, but couldn’t. Not in her position. Susanna cracked one eye open and peeked at her from the shelter of a pillow. “Are you—?” Em rolled over, grabbing the receiver. “I’ve got it. It takes me a minute. I’m used to waking at a specific time.” She leaned away from her girlfriend, trying to keep her voice pitched low. “‘Alo? Detective Rules here.” “Em, this is Mike Eddleson. I’m calling from my home. You need to...