The Bodies Of Missing Girls Have Been Showing Up In Our Small Town, And The Locals Are Starting To Fear A ‘Time Traveling Serial Killer’

“I have an idea,” I announced to Bruce and took off the goggles, handed them to him.

Bruce put on the goggles.

“What if we fly the drone into that window with a rope tied to the back of it which drapes over the fence and lock the drone in somewhere below the window so it holds strong and then I can climb in with the rope? You will just have to keep the drone accelerated to keep the rope tight. I have the equipment down at the station to protect against the razor wire.”

“I guess as long as they don’t have a security system installed up there, it could work,” Bruce said.

“Test it, fly in the perimeter.”

I watched Bruce work the navigation pad.

“Doesn’t seem to set anything off, but why don’t you just get a search warrant?” Bruce asked.

“That’s not going to happen anytime soon and we need to move on this now,” I shot back.

“Well, it’s crazier than my ex-fucking-wife, but I guess that could work.”

I chucked the six-pack of beer Bruce brought out of his truck window as soon as we met up just after midnight and got on the road for the Carter compound. I assured him I would pay him back the six dollars he spent on the six-pack of 16-ounce Busch Lights which were now scattered in the ditch somewhere.

The plan was Bruce would guide the drone from the woods just down the road from the Carter compound and I would follow its path through the woods and up to the top fence and open window at the top of the compound. From there, it was on Bruce’s pilot skills to be able to pull off our Mission Impossible scheme.

I watched the drone fly over the fence with the rope dangling behind, dressed in my sweaty, black protective jumpsuit and black stocking cap looking like some kind of low-rent Batman villain. I took a deep breath and let it out when I saw the rope stop and tighten up.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked a text from Bruce which simply read “GO.” I followed my orders.

The climb over the fence was easier than I thought it would be, physically. I was only slightly winded when I landed on the other side of the fence in a soft pile of bushes behind the house where the drone was hovering above in the open window.