Vow to Protect

Corrections Officer Dale Swiggum would have to tell his grandkids about this one.Of course, it might help to actually have kids. Hell, it might help to have a regular girlfriend. But with this story in his arsenal, he was sure to impress that sexy little brunette who manned the checkout at the Piggly Wiggly.He was going to be transferring Dryden Kane down to the county lockup to stand trial.He leaned back in the driver's seat and smiled. When he'd been notified of the transport just an hour ago, he knew the convict he was hauling had to be important. Most convicts were transported by bus in broad daylight when they had a court date. When an assignment came down in the middle of the night, it had to be something big. But Dryden Kane? The most notorious Wisconsin serial killer since Jeffrey Dahmer? That was bigger than even Dale could dream.He peered out the bug-spattered windshield of the state van as the giant steel door slid open and four correctional officers led Kane into the underground garage. The killer looked small in his baggy, dayglow-orange jumpsuit. He did the prisoner shuffle, his legs shackled, hands cuffed and locked to a waist chain.If Dale met him walking down the street, he'd never guess this average-size, good-looking guy with silver hair was a monster who had killed at least a dozen women. Hunted them like deer. And spread them out for the world to find.Dale would have a story to tell, all right. He wouldn't have topretendhe was "about something" as the cons liked to say. Hewasabout something.The correctional officers led the shackled killer into the back of the van. After securing Kane to the bench, two officers climbed into the cage with him. The third climbed up front with Dale, and the fourth joined the chase car.Dale glanced at the officer beside him. Jerry Brunner was a brute with biceps and a bad attitude almost as big as a con's. He gripped his shotgun like he meant to use it. He likely did.Good thing Jerry was on Dale's side.The order to move out came over the radio. Excitement trilled through Dale like he was a boy dumping candy from his stocking on Christmas morning. He shifted the van into gear and fell in behind the unmarked car leading the low-key parade. The overhead door rose in front of them, and the three-vehicle caravan rolled out into the humid Wisconsin night.The tires hummed along the highway, the sound buzzing in Dale's ears like the adrenaline buzzing in his veins. The county jail and courthouse was only ten minutes away from the Banesbridge Prison, not much of a drive, but he'd soak up the feeling while it lasted. He glanced at Jerry. "How do you think we got picked for this?"Jerry shrugged. The behemoth never had much to say. He probably had the IQ of that shotgun he was carrying.The truck started over a low bridge crossing the Wisconsin River. The sound of the tires echoed hollow over the water below. It had been a rainy June, especially up north, and the river swelled high on its banks, the water deep and black as a hole.Across the narrow span, a pickup's headlights shone high and bright.Dale squinted and averted his eyes to the white line on the outer edge of the bridge."Damn drunk," Jerry said.The lights bucked and swerved. His radio crackled to life as the lead car reported the drunk to the county sheriff.The truck grew closer. It swerved again. Suddenly the glare headed right for the lead car.Dale stomped the brake. The van skidded. Ahead, a screech and sickening crunch shook the air.The cage van veered sideways, rushing up on the wreck in front of them. Dale stomped the brake. The van was too heavy and moving too fast. He wasn't going to be able to stop.They hit with a wallop. The back of the van skidded around, through the guardrail. Another slam hit from behind, the chase car. The van hurtled over the edge of the bridge.They hit the black water with a smack. The impact hurled Dale against his sePeterson, Ann Voss is the author of 'Vow to Protect', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373887118 and ISBN 0373887116.