A cold breeze blew strands of Sam’s hair out of the clip she had to keep it out of her face, and a flash of lightening made her grab T-Bone’s arm.
“We’d better get finished up before we get soaked.”
He nodded and they made their way down to the bottom of the wash again.
Sam checked under the bridge for prints and a cellphone.
There were several prints – shoes of all sizes – and some broken glass, but no phone.
“Up here,” T-Bone called. He’d crawled up the opposite side of the bridge, to the hole it made between the concrete and roadway.
“No snakes,” he assured her as she took a running start to get up the incline.
It smelled of mold and body odor.
“Larry’s house?”
T-Bone grunted, and using his expandable baton, moved a dirty sleeping bag aside. An iPhone with a blue police box cover was underneath.
“Oh, that’s where I left it,” T-Bone commented. Sam put some rubber gloves on and picked the phone up. She pushed the button and the screen lit up, showing a black Labrador dog as the background.
“You don’t like kids. I don’t like dogs. What do we do when we run into a kid with a dog?”
T-Bone shrugged, “Taser?”
She chuckled. “Hurley’d love that.”
A scratching at the very top of the hole made Sam point the cellphone toward the darkness as a light.
“Rats,” Sam whispered.
A flash of light followed immediately by a loud boom seemed to shake the bridge above them. The rain came down in buckets, causing almost instant puddles.
“So much for not getting wet,” he said, poking around the homeless guy’s sleeping area some more. He fished out a ragged piece of shirt that had a brown stain on it.
“Maybe. Bag it.” Sam pulled a rolled up evidence bag out of her belt pouch and stuffed the stiff shirt into it.
Another roar of thunder shook the bridge, and the rain came down even harder.
“We should probably get across the wash.”
“In a sec,” T-Bone said, crawling in to the hole a little further.
Sam leaned out and looked south down the wash.
“Too late. We’re screwed.”