"Klaar," Clint Land snapped at the pair of German Shepherds walking around the dirt road.

The two dogs went straight as a board at the command issued in Dutch. The dogs were trained to only respond to commands in that language. It was a safety measure to prevent anyone other than Clint from ordering the dogs to do something. The wiry deputy held up a USC baseball cap and a sock, letting the dogs get the scent of Chew Lewis and Dante Fulsome. Sherry Calhoun watched Clint barking commands to the dogs in the foreign tongue. She, Clint, Mark Echols, and four other deputies were the search party out here in the Bog. After talking to Cade, she went back to the sheriff's department with the information from him, as well as the notes from her conversation Gus Harris.

Danny and Echols were impressed by her findings. A lot of the other deputies, they said, would have done the canvass and been done with it. They liked her tenacity. Even through the horror show of the last few days, Sherry walked a little taller after their attaboy. The evidence from Harris and Cade was enough for Judge Dixon to issue a warrant to search Chew and Dante's homes and send a search party out into the Bog.

"Alright," said Echols with a map in his hands. Like the rest of the cops, he wore knee-high wader boots. "Map here is old, but the Bog is still the Bog. We'll spread out, form a chain where nobody is more than ten or twelve feet away from the others. Clint and the dogs are in the center. We ready, Clint?"

"Yessir," he said.

From somewhere across the way, they heard the sound of raised voices. Sherry looked out through the marshy waters. Echols' head snapped back towards Clint and the others.

"Let's go."

"Zoeken!" Clint bellowed in Dutch.

He let the dogs go and watched as they quickly picked up a scent and raced through the Bog towards whatever it was they smelled.