be seen. When
Harry returned inside Karma said,
“We have to get the body out of here.
It would be hard to explain to the police. Maybe one of Joe’s goons
will call in an anonymous tip.”
Harry was puzzled.
“How did he die?”
“He would be difficult to kill with
bullets.”
“Tell me about it,” said
Harry.
“I used a spell to eradicate another.
One that kept him alive.”
She cried then added,
“I killed him. What was left
anyway.”
Harry helped Karma to her feet then
carried Tony’s body to Sandy’s sedan. It was the only one with a
trunk big enough to hold him. Sandy got into the driver’s seat,
Harry the passenger’s and Karma got into the back.
“Where to?”
“The bridge at the seventh
line.”
Airport Road didn’t always run straight
through highway nine. When it was called the sixth line before
airplanes were invented it bypassed a ravine. When they paved the
road and turned it into a highway they traversed the ravine with a
land bridge leaving a section of road about two kilometres long
that would never be used. They renamed it the seventh
line.
Someone built a house where the old
mill used to sit on the east side of the old road. On the west was
forest and that’s where they would stash Tony’s body. If found the
investigation wouldn’t lead anywhere. Unless someone saw them.
There was always that, wasn’t there thought Harry? A neighbour who
couldn’t sleep.
Sandy stopped at a bridge at the lowest
part of the seventh line. It spanned the Humber River, just a
stream at this time of the year. There was a trail that fishermen
used. Harry grabbed Tony’s torso and Karma his legs. They carried
him along the stream then deep into the forest. They laid him to
rest covering his body with branches. They couldn’t take the time
to bury him. Karma said a few words over him then they left and
drove home.
Karma cried all the way to the spare
bedroom. Harry sat her on the bed then offered his condolences.
Sandy watched every move. Downstairs again alone with Sandy Harry
said,
“You’re jealous.”
“Of a woman who can whisper words in
your ear and make you have sex, with or without her. I’m protecting
you from your male macho self.”
“Thanks, I think.”
As a temporary fix for the night Harry
nailed the broken front door shut. There was always an entrance
through the garage.
He walked to Sandy and held her in his
arms.
“I think after tonight we can trust
Karma.”
Sandy kissed him.
“It would have to be a terribly
complicated scheme to grab us. I saw it in her eyes. She lost her
lover tonight.”
“Would you cry for me, Sandy? I mean if
you had to kill me.”
“If I had to kill you it would be for
womanizing and I wouldn’t shed a tear. First Karen and ‘The Twins,’
at the donut shop and now Karma. Anybody else I don’t know
about?”
“Thanks for your trust.”
Chapter 15
Harry drove along Hockley road
searching for an empty house he could share with the owners. He had
to find a place to stash Bobby Mercer. One kilometre down a side
road he found a cabin with a for sale sign pinned to a tree. It was
nestled amongst cedar and birch trees. He drove in and found there
were no cars in the cramped lane. He knocked on the door and there
was no answer. It was perfect but he’d have to return a couple of
times especially in the evening and at night to confirm it was
deserted.
There were no neighbours across the
road, only a cedar forest. The folks next door on either side were
almost a kilometre apart so if he had to shoot Mercer the sound
would probably not be heard. The close proximity of trees would
muffle the blast. The idea of shooting Mercer was first and
foremost on his mind but he would let Karma attempt to retrieve
information from him that might prove useful in discovering the
person who killed Jarrod. Harry had killed terrorists for merely
planning an attack. Shooting a man, like Bobby, who had ruined the
lives of others did not register a single
Harry returned inside Karma said,
“We have to get the body out of here.
It would be hard to explain to the police. Maybe one of Joe’s goons
will call in an anonymous tip.”
Harry was puzzled.
“How did he die?”
“He would be difficult to kill with
bullets.”
“Tell me about it,” said
Harry.
“I used a spell to eradicate another.
One that kept him alive.”
She cried then added,
“I killed him. What was left
anyway.”
Harry helped Karma to her feet then
carried Tony’s body to Sandy’s sedan. It was the only one with a
trunk big enough to hold him. Sandy got into the driver’s seat,
Harry the passenger’s and Karma got into the back.
“Where to?”
“The bridge at the seventh
line.”
Airport Road didn’t always run straight
through highway nine. When it was called the sixth line before
airplanes were invented it bypassed a ravine. When they paved the
road and turned it into a highway they traversed the ravine with a
land bridge leaving a section of road about two kilometres long
that would never be used. They renamed it the seventh
line.
Someone built a house where the old
mill used to sit on the east side of the old road. On the west was
forest and that’s where they would stash Tony’s body. If found the
investigation wouldn’t lead anywhere. Unless someone saw them.
There was always that, wasn’t there thought Harry? A neighbour who
couldn’t sleep.
Sandy stopped at a bridge at the lowest
part of the seventh line. It spanned the Humber River, just a
stream at this time of the year. There was a trail that fishermen
used. Harry grabbed Tony’s torso and Karma his legs. They carried
him along the stream then deep into the forest. They laid him to
rest covering his body with branches. They couldn’t take the time
to bury him. Karma said a few words over him then they left and
drove home.
Karma cried all the way to the spare
bedroom. Harry sat her on the bed then offered his condolences.
Sandy watched every move. Downstairs again alone with Sandy Harry
said,
“You’re jealous.”
“Of a woman who can whisper words in
your ear and make you have sex, with or without her. I’m protecting
you from your male macho self.”
“Thanks, I think.”
As a temporary fix for the night Harry
nailed the broken front door shut. There was always an entrance
through the garage.
He walked to Sandy and held her in his
arms.
“I think after tonight we can trust
Karma.”
Sandy kissed him.
“It would have to be a terribly
complicated scheme to grab us. I saw it in her eyes. She lost her
lover tonight.”
“Would you cry for me, Sandy? I mean if
you had to kill me.”
“If I had to kill you it would be for
womanizing and I wouldn’t shed a tear. First Karen and ‘The Twins,’
at the donut shop and now Karma. Anybody else I don’t know
about?”
“Thanks for your trust.”
Chapter 15
Harry drove along Hockley road
searching for an empty house he could share with the owners. He had
to find a place to stash Bobby Mercer. One kilometre down a side
road he found a cabin with a for sale sign pinned to a tree. It was
nestled amongst cedar and birch trees. He drove in and found there
were no cars in the cramped lane. He knocked on the door and there
was no answer. It was perfect but he’d have to return a couple of
times especially in the evening and at night to confirm it was
deserted.
There were no neighbours across the
road, only a cedar forest. The folks next door on either side were
almost a kilometre apart so if he had to shoot Mercer the sound
would probably not be heard. The close proximity of trees would
muffle the blast. The idea of shooting Mercer was first and
foremost on his mind but he would let Karma attempt to retrieve
information from him that might prove useful in discovering the
person who killed Jarrod. Harry had killed terrorists for merely
planning an attack. Shooting a man, like Bobby, who had ruined the
lives of others did not register a single
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