Chapter Twenty-One
Juniper trotted along the dirt trail, pausing to sniff at a rock or bush every now and then, but Maya could tell by the position
of her tail and relaxed body language that she wasn’t in odor. Maya would let her sniff the scent article and then cast her
out in different directions, to see if that would help.
Juniper was working well, but there was no scent for her to follow. Disappointment welled up inside Maya, but she wanted to
get to the campground area before she completely gave up. She asked Juniper to stop and unclipped the water bowl from her
duty belt. Nick had agreed to carry a CamelBak full of water. Maya filled Juniper’s bowl and let her get a drink. They all
took turns sipping their water too. Everyone had to be careful they didn’t get dehydrated.
After Juniper finished and Maya picked up her bowl and clipped it back on her duty belt, a breeze picked up. Juniper’s nose
poked in the air and her muscles tensed. Had she caught a scent of Hope from the breeze?
Maya gripped the leash, ready to go. She knew if Juniper did catch an odor they would be off like a shot out of a cannon.
Juniper continued to air scent.
“Find her, girl. Go find her.”
Juniper shot off. Even though Maya was used to the way her dog started a track, she still almost lost her hold on the leash.
She was able to catch up to Juniper after a few strides since the dog had settled into a fast jog.
The breeze picked up again, making the trees sway back and forth. Juniper stopped and put her nose up in the air, taking in
the odor. All Maya could smell was smoke, but she knew her dog could sift through the different odors and keep Hope’s scent.
Unless it became too windy. Then Juniper could still find the odor, but the wind would just make it harder for Juniper to
pinpoint it. They needed some luck and that meant the winds staying calm—for both tracking and the fire.
Working the scent, Juniper continued her track. She was doing more air scenting, but taking them in the direction of the campground
where Maya suspected Hope might be kept. As the breeze died back down, Maya could hear the footsteps of Nick and Rory behind
her. She was grateful to have them so she could watch her dog. Whenever possible she had a backup officer, but when you patrolled
millions of acres by yourself, sometimes, that wasn’t always possible.
Juniper continued to stay on the path until they came closer to the campground.
Tail up and body tense, showing she was still in odor, the Mal stopped and then went to cut across a grassy area.
There were some large rocks in the distance which was why the trail wound its way around toward the camping area.
Maya followed Juniper, trusting her dog.
The boulders were just big enough that a body could be back in this area. Were they going to be too late?
Maya navigated over some of the rocks when she saw a van in the distance. It was an old beat-up gray Ford. The paint was faded
in spots and there was rust on the wheel wells. The windows had been tinted dark. It would be hard to see out of them, or
in for that matter.
“Good girl, Juniper.” Maya shortened the leash. If the couple was inside with Hope, they could get spooked and do something
rash. They didn’t need to get this close and have the kidnappers panic and kill Hope. She scanned the area and listened. Was
Abigail here? Or was she still on her way? There were no sounds other than some birds chirping in the nearby trees.
Maya glanced behind her and saw that Nick and Rory had unholstered their handguns and were in low ready position. They were
waiting for her lead. The K-9 handler always called the shots in these situations.
“I’m going to get a little closer and then announce our presence,” Maya said. “Also, if Finn is on the same scent, he may
bring Josh, Wilson and Aaron here. We need to be careful in case they’re in the area. I don’t want another officer caught
in cross fire.”
“Got it,” Nick said. Rory nodded.
Maya and Juniper crept closer. Maya kept an eye out for anyone on the perimeter. She approached the back of the van just like
a traffic stop. “Forest Service law enforcement! Come out with your hands up!”
No answer.
She repeated her instructions again. No answer.
Juniper whipped around and stared off into the woods. The sounds of twigs snapping echoed as the breeze softly picked up again.
Nick and Rory were ready with their guns pointing in the direction of the noise, but neither had their fingers on the triggers.
Not yet anyway. They would change that in an instant if necessary. The leash was taut and Maya could feel Juniper’s power
and slight quiver.
“Forest Service law enforcement,” Maya said again, hoping that if it was Josh, he would hear her.
Then she heard, “Maya. It’s me, Josh.”
Nick and Rory pointed their guns down toward the ground, relaxing slightly, but still ready just in case. Maya let out a deep
breath.
“We’re over here,” she yelled. “By the meadow.”
A few seconds later she saw Finn’s yellow head appear and then the rest of his body. Based on his similar body language, he
was in a strong odor too. Deputy Wilson and Aaron were behind Josh, their guns also unholstered. At least they were ready
should the kidnappers show up. Maya didn’t think there was anyone in the van.
Juniper whined, wanting to continue working. Maya agreed with her dog. They needed to finish clearing this vehicle. “Let’s
use Juniper to check this van for anyone. She’s trained to apprehend.”
“I’ll keep Finn back,” Josh answered.
Maya noticed that Finn, even at a distance was sitting and staring at the van. He did a passive alert when he found remains
to help protect evidence.
The fact that Juniper wasn’t indicating on the van meant that Finn was probably smelling the odor of someone who was deceased. Could it be Hope? Had Abigail already beat them there and killed her?
“Please, no,” Maya muttered.
Juniper gave a whine, ready to go help clear the vehicle and maybe even apprehend someone. Maya and Josh exchanged looks.
She knew he was thinking the same thing—who was in the van? Was anyone alive?
“Why is your dog alerting and Juniper isn’t?” Nick asked.
Maya realized they’d never told him what each dog was trained to do. “Finn is certified in both live scent and human remains.”
Nick nodded, the color leaving his face. Maya didn’t have to say anything further.
“Let’s open the back doors,” she said, leaving out her thought that they might be too late. She dreaded what they would find.