THE TEST SUBJECT by Pabz
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I wrote a story on another site a few years ago, thought I’d have a crack at another story on here , Chapter one
Joanna Strayer loved her job. She’d been a cop for nearly 10 years now and had enjoyed it. She was traditionally attractive with very dark almost black hair to her shoulders and a trim but not skinny figure. Several people had compared her to the actress Trieste Dunn but she couldn’t see it herself. Her parents died when she was a teen and now at 32 she was twice divorced and content to sleep with whom ever she pleased whenever she pleased
Speaking of which she was in a strictly physical relationship with a colleague from work by the name of Gary Fouldes but he was married and it was destined to go nowhere. She was also sleeping with a waitress from a local deli, she didn’t consider herself bisexual but had had several relationships with women.
Joanna woke early as per usual and looked across at Clarissa (the eponymous deli girl) sleeping soundly next to her. She considered waking her to ‘fool’ around before heading off to work but, to be honest she thought this particular relationship had run its course and last night had been nothing more than a goodbye/goodluck fuck before sending her on her way. She was a little too skinny for Joanna’s taste although she did love the fact that a pretty 21 year old black girl was at her beck and call. Joanna didn’t doubt that given an option to ‘go steady’ Clarissa would jump at the chance for them to be girlfriend and girlfriend. Relationships really weren’t Joanna’s thing though, she was married to the job.
The job was as a deputy sheriff in a hidden away, back water town by the name of Granville. It was the atypical backwoods town that you see on the TV. Usually people imagine that these places have a hidden and seedy underbelly that you don’t get to see but on this ocassion it really doesn’t the whole town really was as dull as dishwater. Joanna’s ambitions stretched further than spending the next 30 years driving around this 2 horse shit hole. She wanted to move on and she didn’t care who she stepped on to get there.
Joanna had a quick shower and left her house, she left Clarissa sleeping upstairs and climbed into her car. It took about 15 minutes to reach work. After about 10 minutes with her half listening to the radio her phone rang, it was Clarissa.
“Classy, what’s up?” answered Joanna
“I thought you were waiting for me Jo” the small town girl neediness evident in her voice.
“Didn’t wanna wake you, you looked so cute asleep there. Listen I’m pulling into the car park now, I’ll speak to you later”
That was a blatant lie but she didn’t want to listen to the bleating girl for the rest of her journey and she hung up before she could respond.
Joanna completed the rest of her journey to work and looked at the building, it was a repurposed old bar and still held part of the old sign on its frontage. This had led it to its nickname of ‘The Bish’ as in ‘Bishops Bar’.
The Sheriffs department building was delapidated and needed extensive renovations, successive mayors had used the condition of the building as a campaign piece but as soon as they were elected they abandoned the idea. Joanna had heard it all before, the latest mayoral candidate had visited the week before and had made all the appropiate noises about getting the building done up.
The strange thing was the current sheriff William ‘Bill’ Buck had believed him, how many times have we heard this Joanna had said but still the old fool had fallen for it. In a town of little more than 5,000 people the votes of a dozen members of the Sheriff’s department were a potential vote swinger.
Joanna entered through the old wooden door, bag on her back. Her current (male) squeeze Gary was sat behind the front desk, he greeted her cheerfully.
“Hey Jo, how you doing?” he asked in his very best Joey Tribbiani voice, Joanna guessed he’d spent the night watching ‘Friends’ again with his very pregnant and very naive wife.
“Yeah all good Gary, anything happening I should know about?” answered Joanna.
“Not much really, Bill asked me to tell you to go see him before you head out” Gary replied.
This was never good, it could only mean one thing. A month ago a religious group had set up shop so to speak in an old house about 45 minutes from town. Why they’d set up there was beyond Joanna, the house was 45 minutes from town and about 20 minutes drive to the next nearest house. It was isolated and Joanna suspected that the religion side of things was little more than a cover for something more nefarious but she couldn’t imagine what.
Joanna knocked on the door that held the sign ‘Sheriff Wm. Buck’.
“Come” came the answer in the familiar thick southern drawl
“You asked to see me Bill?” Joanna never meant that to sound like a question but that’s how it came out.
“Yeah, I need you to check out the old McMillan place, we’ve been told that Reynholm baptists have moved on but I need somebody to go check. That somebody happens to be you” came Bill’s response. He held Joanna in low esteem because he disagreed with her choice of lifestyle. He was an old fashioned catholic who honestly believed that a woman’s place was in the home with 6 kids and a deep fat fryer. He didn’t hide his disdain for what he referred to as ‘muff divers’.
Joanna’s heart sank, she knew that 45 minutes there and 45 minutes back, plus the hour checking the place out would account for her entire shift this morning. She considered asking for one of the newer deputies to do this but she knew full well that her appeal would fall on death ears with this old troglodyte.
Joanna went to the changing rooms to change into her uniform, threw her cell phone into her locker and headed out.
Chapter two:
Joanna pulled up outside of the McMillan house and true enough there weren’t any signs of activity. The place looked deserted. She tried her radio but she knew she wouldn’t get a response, the local geography blocked the signal from the radios.
Taking another look at the house, Joanna unclipped her utility belt and tossed it on her cruisers passenger seat along with her pistol and baton. (How was she to know the magnitude of her folly in doing so?)
It was a hot day and getting hotter and the extraneous weight of her belt wasn’t something she wanted to carry around. Joanna walked around the house, it was a pretty big old house mostly white painted wood.
Calling out she received no answer and she fatefully entered the house.
From the overgrown vegetation surrounding the house a pair of malignant, intelligent eyes watched Joanna first move around the house and then enter. As she entered and the door swung open behind her.
Simple thoughts filled the brain behind those eyes. Primary amongst these was the thought ‘A new bitch, smell of a new bitch’. Excitement filled him, today he will take a new bitch and make it his.
Joanna moved from room to room checking and double checking. The place did look deserted but not delapidated. There was a TV in the family room, a fridge freezer in the kitchen and various bits and pieces of mismatched furniture dotted around the rooms.