Maggie watched as Hank and one of the paramedics gently lifted the boy wrapped in barbed wire onto a stretcher made from a tarp. Rather than carry him up the trail, they had cut the fence that separated the pasture from the forest. They’d take him over the dunes in the back of an ATV to deliver him to a rescue unit waiting on the other side. It was the closest they were able to get a rescue vehicle and they could barely see the halo of the headlights.
Maggie walked with them through the narrow paths of tree trunks, pretending to help carry a corner. She knew the two men could do so easily but she couldn’t break the connection with the boy. Earlier, as soon as she started to trail out of his line of vision his head started pivoting around, frantically searching for her. But the paramedic had given him an injection to relax and sedate him and now the boy finally closed his eyes. So she escorted them to where the cattails grew taller than her, to where the ATV idled. One short climb over the sand dune and she knew he’d be safe.
She hurried back and started helping Donny prepare the next of the wounded when she saw a man appear at the top of the dune. Backlit by the headlights behind him, he looked larger than life.
Maggie glanced at Donny who had noticed, too.
“The sheriff?” she asked.
“Probably.”
Within seconds another silhouette appeared on top of the hill. Then another. Two more. And still another.
“They know this is a crime scene, right?”
When Donny didn’t answer she glanced back at him. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
She counted six men. One started down the hill toward them.
“We have to limit how many people come inside the perimeter,” Maggie said. “You told me most of the injuries weren’t life-threatening, right?”
“That’s right. The rescue crew knows we’re bringing them out to their unit. They’ll set up a triage area on the other side of that sand dune.”
“Then who are these guys?”
The others started following the first.
“Donny?”
“Could be the mayor. City councilmen. Maybe parents. We have two dead teenagers and five injured. They’ll want to see if it’s their own kids.”
“You can’t let them come tromping onto a crime scene.”
“Nothing I can do about it.”
“Excuse me?”
“This isn’t my jurisdiction.”
“It’s not theirs, either.”
Seconds ticked off. The men continued single file down the sandy trail, the same path that the ATV had just taken. The men were almost to the cattails. Their heads bobbed in the shadows of the floodlights: one with a cowboy hat, two with baseball caps, the others bareheaded.
Maggie stood up. Donny stayed on his haunches. She shot him a look, hoping to mobilize him. Instead, he stared at the approaching men, accepting the inevitable, this giant of a man silenced, almost cowed.
Then she heard him whisper, “It is federal property.”
“So it’s Hank’s jurisdiction?”
She saw him shake his head.
“FBI trumps Forest Service.”
Maggie’s pulse raced. He was right. She wasn’t sure why it hadn’t occurred to her. She was the only federal investigator present at a crime scene on federal property. Crap! Officially, that made it her jurisdiction.
She didn’t take time to figure it out. Instead, she marched to meet the entourage that arrived at the fringe of their perimeter, almost to the halo created by the floodlights.
“Gentlemen, this is as far as I can allow you.”
“Just who the hell are you?”
She opened her jacket, pulling it wide enough for them to glimpse her holstered weapon while she pulled out her badge.
“I’m the sheriff of Thomas County,” a short but solid man said as he elbowed his way to stand before her.
“And I’m the county attorney,” said the man who glanced at her badge but batted away her hand like her credentials didn’t matter. “I handle all the death investigations around here.”
“Sheriff, I hope you’ll give us a hand,” she said while purposely looking at the county attorney. “But the rest of you need to turn around. The forest is federal property.” She hoped that she sounded convincing. “This is a federal crime scene. Right now we need to keep access limited. We’re trying to bring out the injured while preserving the evidence.”
“This is ridiculous,” one of the men said.
“How many injured?” the sheriff asked as he stepped closer. “Darlene’s radio call never said.”
“If these other gentlemen will leave I can fill you in, Sheriff.”
“Wait. I think my son is here. I just need to know if he’s okay.”
“Frank, tell this woman I handle all the death investigations for three counties.”
“Gentlemen, please,” Maggie raised her voice. “If you’ll return to the area over the hill we can continue. We should be able to have some information for you in the next hour.”
“This is absolutely crazy. You don’t have the authority to tell us what to do.”
One of the men grabbed Maggie’s shoulder to push her aside.
“These are our kids. We have every right—”
He stopped so suddenly another man bumped into him. They all stared at the Smith and Wesson now aimed at the man’s face.
“Lady, you cannot be serious.” But he didn’t move.
Even the sheriff stood to the side and made no attempt to argue.