Shadows Disinterred: Day 2

Word Count: 12,017

Summary of Events:
Dallas was required to help his colleagues with the robbery case they were working on because the victims wouldn't cooperate. After a week and a half of helping them Dallas finally got some information for his case and spent the next two weeks looking into it before giving an update to Madeline about the shovel — and apologizing to her for being so irritable about taking it on.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Dallas stepped back to catch his balance and found it was Rod the lab tech who'd run into him. Rod looked up and startled before his expression turned quite pleased. Dallas noticed Rod had some papers in his hand that looked like they'd been folded and put into an envelope.
"Just the guy I was hoping to run into," Rod said. "Not that I meant to do so literally."
"At least nobody died or got injured," Dallas said.
"True, true," Rod said. "I've got the results on the blood samples, we've got some names for our DNA."
"Oh," Dallas said. "That's good."
"So I'll give you this, and I'll go back to the more technical things," Rod said. "I hope we find out more about what happened to these poor men."
Dallas nodded, glancing over the papers. He folded them back up and walked over to his office. Sitting down in his chair, he turned on his computer and looked over the papers; there was a lot of technical, scientific, medical jargon that was beyond him, but finally he found what he was looking for.
Eight names were listed, none of them were familiar to Dallas, but he knew the database would let him know if any of the names were mentioned anywhere in their detachment files, and if they weren't, he'd send out a notice to the other detachments.
Getting to the database, Dallas selected the search box and typed in the first name: Paul Runole. In moments the result came back negative, as it did with Robert Gerhart, Wallace Hallgren, Gary Samoil, Lyle Kruse, Franklin Mallen, and John Palmer.
Dallas typed in the last name and sighed, not expecting results; but to his surprise it searched longer, then the screen showed results. There was a file on Thomas Farquharson.
Pumping his fist, Dallas smiled, he had jurisdiction over this. He wrote down where the file was located and got up. Briskly he left his office and went to where all the files were stored, quickly locating the file among the unsolved missing persons cases.
The file was aged and its contents were yellowed, Dallas took the file back to his office and opened it. Thomas Farquharson had been a resident of Dunelm, less than fifteen minutes southwest of Swift Current, and in the Rural Municipality of Swift Current — which was the detachment Dallas was currently assigned to.
Eagerly Dallas read over the file. Thomas Farquharson had been twenty two years old when he was reported missing in nineteen eighty five. He'd been reported missing in December, having last been seen and heard from in July.
In July he'd applied for a job as a farmhand, having just graduated from university with an agricultural degree. There were no specifics given in the statement as to the place he'd actually gone to, but it was in the area of Wakaw, Saskatchewan."