Sheriff Josiah Barry hung up the phone. Cussing under his breath. His side of Aitkin county had always been quiet. But it seemed in the last six months he had several calls of disturbances, that left him with a feeling of unease and puzzlement. He took another sip of the bitter coffee he had sitting on his desk. Looking down at his mug he stared at the black sludge he had been drinking all morning. He hated the stuff , yet, found himself starting his mornings with his cup poured to the rim. He rubbed his brow with his large strong hand. Feeling a dull ache starting at his temples. Ever since Eve and her people showed, up along with the Center for disease Control there had been just a few to many unexplained calls of disturbances, he thought to himself. His town folks, as well as the neighboring towns People were beginning to question what was happening, down at the old Hill City Youth Correctional Center . He had so far, been successful at keeping them satisfied with his vague answers. But, he too was beginning to need more answers to the evolving questions. Eve was the name of the contact he was given if he needed to speak to someone on the inside. He sensed from Eves call this might be more trouble than just a minor squabble with a complaint from a neighboring farmer.
The doors to the old Correctional Center in Hill City had been abandoned for over 30 years. Closed and boarded up it stood as a lifeless landmark. A new Facility had been built over in Blue Earth county about 50 miles south. For the 10 years he was in service at the Hill City Sheriffs department the abandoned building had not been a concern to anyone. Not so much as a broken window had been reported. Even the Malone family had left the facility alone. That is until the last 6 months.
He had been told the state health department Center for Disease and Control had temporarily chosen the site to conduct a new drug study. He supported science and the medical profession. He understood the urgent need for the research necessary to help find cures for diseases. Since the premature death of his late wife from a rare form of cancer, he had developed a deep respect for the volunteers who enrolled in studies, at their own free will, to test new drugs. But he also had a commitment and concern for the community at large, if something were to go wrong.
This was a quiet remote place- a controlled place, to house the volunteers, while they were enrolled in drug trials. The approval had came all the way from the Governor's office. That was all he was told and that was all anyone he knew had been told. But what troubled Josiah was that the site was a correctional facility not a hospital. It had bars and concrete floors. Not comfortable beds and sterilized rooms. It was a cold dwelling not a hospitable dwelling and certainly not a state of the art health center. Perhaps it had been redecorated inside he thought for a moment. After all drug companies made millions. He stood up stretched his long muscular legs and grabbed his jacket as he headed towards the door, but, first stopping to let the front desk clerk know he was going on a call. He walked to his squad car, half mumbling to himself, "he was here to serve and protect his people, keep his eyes and ears open and his mouth shut until he had the facts". "All the facts". Eve was his contact if there was any trouble or complaints from the citizens of that area. It did not occur to him though until now he might be called out because she was in trouble.
Josiah was generally a quiet man who kept to himself. After his wife passed away 3 years ago he just sort of buried himself in his work. Between his career and working out at the gym he seemed to not have time for much else. Yes, there had been a few young women from town who could not resist his deep chocolate brown bedroom eyes and approached Josiah with flirtatious attempts to attract his attention, but he just was not ready yet to start dating again and was not sure he would be for quite sometime. His late wife Victoria was the love of his life. They met on the swim team in High school. With his long arms and legs he took the team to victory several times during meets. She was a small petite beauty with long brown hair who moved swift and fast in the water, her speed made her a valuable member of the team. But now Josiah nearing his 30th Birthday at six two and weighing a strong 200 pounds, looked more like a fitness trainer than a member of the Aitkin county Hill City's Sheriffs department.
He just knew deep down in side sooner or later the mysterious occurrences at the correctional center were bound to mean trouble. He sensed this was not going to be good. He only hoped whatever happened was contained to the dwelling
Eve laid her head back down. Her memory was starting to coming back and her head felt dizzy. Colorful pictures flashed through her mind. "Oh My God" she cried " as she recalled why she had fled.