Chapter 22

 

 At that same moment Donna and Polish were again getting hot and heavy in front of Dr. Anderson, who made no attempt to suppress his total disgust as he watched from his position on the sofa. 

At that moment they heard the sound of police sirens in the distance. “Damn,” Polish said. “We have to get away, somehow they’ve discovered where we are.” 

“It’s too late,” she said. “They’ll be here before we even get to the car. Where did you screw up?”

“Me?? I’m not the one prancing around the damn world for everyone to see. They probably traced you back here. I’ve either been here or at work, so don’t you try to blame this on me!”

At that moment the sirens reached their highest pitch. A few seconds later, just after the police cars reached the entrance to the trailer park, the sounds started to fade. The occupants of the trailer now knew that the cops were not coming to their location. Donna and her lover smiled in relief. 

None of the trailer’s occupants knew that ten miles down the same highway, a local real estate agent had found out that a prime piece of land was going to be released from probate and would soon be available for development. That agent contacted a developer who had visions of putting up a hundred or so homes in the area, constructing a guard house, and building a continuous stucco cement wall all around what was to become his prized gated community. 

As the two men had been inspecting the property, they noticed an area in which Jane’s body had been carelessly buried. The spot had recently been covered with fresh dirt. The men, sensing something was not right, had called the police. The first cop who went to the site uncovered the body and called for backup help. In a few short minutes, the newly arrived cops would know that Jane Doe had been murdered. But that knowledge wouldn’t help at all in their attempt to determine where Donna was hiding, even though they had just passed within fifty feet of the trailer in which she was residing.